What Painting Is: How to Think about Oil Painting ... - Victoria Vesna

What Painting Is: How to Think about Oil Painting ... - Victoria Vesna What Painting Is: How to Think about Oil Painting ... - Victoria Vesna

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WHAT PAINTING IS 73 oil, canvas, squalor. So it is the artist’s task to discern somehow what is worth saving, and what can be transformed, and finally to crawl out of the morass. Following the model of Jesus’s hypostasis—His incarnation into flesh—and His resurrection, some alchemists conceived their purpose as the rehearsal of their own resurrection at the Second Coming. They studied the revelation of divinity in ordinary matter, and especially in the most earthy things, those farthest from heaven and most like themselves. They looked at purulent infusions and saw their own dying spirits. Turbid waters mirrored leaden thoughts. A dusky flask suggested a dark mind, and a foaming crucible implied inner turmoil. They saw the endless labor, with the recipes calling for a year’s worth of work to accomplish a single step, as painful allegories for their own lives, and their chances of redemption. But the Stone was a hope to be cherished, since it promised that their bodies could finally be balanced and preserved, and their souls made calm and clear. In academic language, these are hypostatic allegories. They are a general truth about alchemy, but it is easy to overstate them, as I think Jung did. Most of the time it is implicit that whatever happens in the flask is of pressing religious importance, but it is rare to find alchemists drawing parallels between each experiment and a particular state of their immortal soul. Even so, most alchemy is theoalchemy: it is about questions of eternal life, soul and spirit, resurrection, and incarnation. Alchemists knew they were rehearsing, and often speeding up, processes that the earth does naturally by brewing metals underground. That work was God’s, and it was the ongoing perfection of the world. As the universe drew near to the millennium, human souls as well as stony spirits were slowly being purified and brought closer to God. So in a fundamental sense, the alchemists did see their souls in the retorts and crucibles, but they rarely spoke about their experiences in the terms that Jung implies: certainly they never mentioned the psyche, the unconscious, and the archetypes, which Jung proffers as the actual mechanisms driving alchemy. Even devoted theoalchemists who wrote about revelation, spirit, and redemption did not make explicit connections between laboratory recipes and their own souls. They implied as much by talking about the relation between alchemy and prayer, but they did not have the modern penchant for confessional self-analysis.

74 THE MOULDY MATERIA PRIMA The act of making, labor, was the prayer, ora. What counted in the laboratory was the wordless work. The theoalchemists such as Georg von Welling, the ecstatic prophets like Heinrich Khunrath, the philosophic mystics like Michael Maier, and even the “scientific” psychologists like Jung all came afterward, with their heavy interpretations in tow. It is essential to remember that no matter how crucial religious meanings were to the alchemists, there are no books written in the laboratory that speak about them. At the moment of making, the act is everything. Afterward, there is plenty of time—even centuries—to try to figure out what it all meant. The exact same silence is the essential trait of the studio. There is a wonderful liquid complexity of thoughts that accompany painting, but they are all in, and of, and through the paint. (That is not to say an artist might not think about anything, from Wall Street to Jung: but what is engrossing about painting is the act itself, and everything else is a distraction, or a way of not thinking too directly about the unnerving importance of the very next brushstroke.) The love of the studio is an unreflective, visceral love, and for that reason the ideas I am setting out in this book risk being too explicit, too much dissected, too open to conscious thought. When I was working on these opening chapters, I sent copies to a number of people—painters, chemists, alchemists, historians of art and chemistry. Among the responses was a very thoughtful letter from Frank Auerbach. He says he feels the book is right, and yet “there is something else, something much rarer”: An Irish woman attending church and a sermon on “Family Life” was heard to say, on leaving the church, “I wish I knew as little about it as he does.” I feel what you say does not betray or offend my experience of painting. Everything you say is true to my experience. But—the whole subject makes me extremely nervous. As soon as I become consciously aware of what the paint is doing my involvement with the painting is weakened. Paint is at its most eloquent when it is a by-product of some corporeal, spatial, developing imaginative concept, a creative identification with the subject. I could no more fix my mind on the character of the paint than—it may be—an

WHAT PAINTING IS 73<br />

oil, canvas, squalor. So it is the artist’s task <strong>to</strong> discern somehow<br />

what is worth saving, and what can be transformed, and finally<br />

<strong>to</strong> crawl out of the morass.<br />

Following the model of Jesus’s hypostasis—His incarnation<br />

in<strong>to</strong> flesh—and His resurrection, some alchemists conceived their<br />

purpose as the rehearsal of their own resurrection at the Second<br />

Coming. They studied the revelation of divinity in ordinary<br />

matter, and especially in the most earthy things, those farthest<br />

from heaven and most like themselves. They looked at purulent<br />

infusions and saw their own dying spirits. Turbid waters<br />

mirrored leaden thoughts. A dusky flask suggested a dark mind,<br />

and a foaming crucible implied inner turmoil. They saw the<br />

endless labor, with the recipes calling for a year’s worth of work<br />

<strong>to</strong> accomplish a single step, as painful allegories for their own<br />

lives, and their chances of redemption. But the S<strong>to</strong>ne was a<br />

hope <strong>to</strong> be cherished, since it promised that their bodies could<br />

finally be balanced and preserved, and their souls made calm and<br />

clear.<br />

In academic language, these are hypostatic allegories. They are<br />

a general truth <strong>about</strong> alchemy, but it is easy <strong>to</strong> overstate them, as<br />

I think Jung did. Most of the time it is implicit that whatever<br />

happens in the flask is of pressing religious importance, but it is<br />

rare <strong>to</strong> find alchemists drawing parallels between each<br />

experiment and a particular state of their immortal soul. Even so,<br />

most alchemy is theoalchemy: it is <strong>about</strong> questions of eternal life,<br />

soul and spirit, resurrection, and incarnation. Alchemists knew<br />

they were rehearsing, and often speeding up, processes that the<br />

earth does naturally by brewing metals underground. That work<br />

was God’s, and it was the ongoing perfection of the world. As the<br />

universe drew near <strong>to</strong> the millennium, human souls as well as<br />

s<strong>to</strong>ny spirits were slowly being purified and brought closer <strong>to</strong><br />

God. So in a fundamental sense, the alchemists did see their souls<br />

in the re<strong>to</strong>rts and crucibles, but they rarely spoke <strong>about</strong> their<br />

experiences in the terms that Jung implies: certainly they never<br />

mentioned the psyche, the unconscious, and the archetypes,<br />

which Jung proffers as the actual mechanisms driving alchemy.<br />

Even devoted theoalchemists who wrote <strong>about</strong> revelation, spirit,<br />

and redemption did not make explicit connections between<br />

labora<strong>to</strong>ry recipes and their own souls. They implied as much by<br />

talking <strong>about</strong> the relation between alchemy and prayer, but they<br />

did not have the modern penchant for confessional self-analysis.

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