Art Criticism - The State University of New York

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which inspiration was stabilized. 5. MORESOFlHELOCALEXPRESSIONISTS Lighthearted enjoyment of their sudden fame's absurdity, a semibohemian group bravado based on alcohol rather than imagist drugs, doing things like old-fashioned dancing and softball with elegant style, Hemingwayward, rarely risking pratfalls in the big business environment in which they moved, these were some of the traits of the most prominent abstract expressionists of the early nineteen-fifties. No one could complain of their frightening eccentricities, yet they have become well-known as much through their behavior as through their works, thanks to brilliant publicity, mostly word-of-mouth. The surface tension of their paintings had weakened to . such an extent that by the end of the decade they had lost most of their followers, but their code of manners was still in effect as a defense against lionization. Their physicality and anti-literary bias found an unlikely symbiosis with intellectuals who had been fighting sentimentalities with abstruse word puzzles that held no interest for the artist, To head off a public that might show too much interest in the seductions of surrealism, they pushed non-objectivity in paint as the banner of the thinker. "What's good in the new art?" was answered with "This is what we like." Eager to improve themselves, collectors collaborated in aborting insights and fantasies typical of a European surrealism too effeminate and decadent for the U.S.A Silenced up to now by my realization that attempting to fill in some of the blanks of that period would be called envy, I write down these sclerotic gripes now in the hope that others in my position will agree with me, since they know that because of our double allegiance to the art organization and our superegos our ambivalences are tearing us apart to a degree that threatens our careers. Excavations in paint that were intended to be later worked out in completed form were truncated and exhibited in the craze for the unfinished that dominated those years. (How many times have I been told to stop before I wrecked the picture and later heard the same people remark that I had trouble finishing my work!) Ever aware, however unconsciously, of decorative requirements, we overestimated the importance of composition in our paintings, wellrehearsed for their places on distant walls of collectors and dealers who suddenly knew only too wen what they wanted. Instead of abstracting from reallife objects, we were abstracting from the non-objective non-forms that were our basic vocabulary against the crimes of abstraction (well-known to turn good-hearted neighbors against each other) and to lead to a closed circuit in art. Paintings were leaping from their walls a little too melodramatically; we 20 Art Criticism

were letting a lot of subtle insights slip by because of group pressure. As a creative minority, we usually save our most deadly weapons of anger to use against ourselves, but are capable (if driven too far) of swiveling them against those who accuse us of narcissistic masochism. The self-immolation that characterized the paintings of the abstract expressionists (physically they beat themselves up) was inevitably replaced by the cool, calculating hatred of "pop" artists who had been waiting for their moment. Rather than being a return to the universal language of recognizable forms, their objectivity was the wounding reverse of the coin of masochist inwardness carried too far. Half-in-anger is no good at all for the artist's wish to publicize injustices and half-in-Iove is the source of sentimentality. The diplomatic deceits of ambivalence, love-hate made palatable, are still poisoning our paintings. Assuming that a worn-out social system and not our unalterable "human condition" is to blame for our discontent may not be the correct diagnosis, but it will serve to polarize the ambiguities of an art that then can move toward complexity in a more self-aware fashion. In painting there is no substitute for the content-laden masterpiece that speaks to all who see it. Critics like H. Rosenberg seem above the sordid painterly questions that absorb all of the artists except those enraptured by the politics of gallery and museum. Like the rank and file of science, business and government, they describe the world only in the jargon of their trade, unintelligible to outsiders, their bohemianism closer to the sanctioned letting-go of the work ethic than to the distress of an anguished idler like E.A. Poe. Sensitive to defections from their fragile cohesion as abstract artists, their attitude is like that of Alcoholics Anonymous toward the member who lets them down by falling, making it easier for them to lose faith. This is how artists survive in a country where any individuality is a liability for all. Deposed royalty is still deferred to, if only inadvertently. The subjective expressionists, who H. Rosenberg now figures were closer to surrealism than he or they thought at that time were a superannuation, the last stirrings of the vast European "post-romantic" excitement of which the cubist method was only a belated facet, and which had started before the century's turn in, the liberation from Victorian paternalism into a sort of female-erotic earth-mother fermentation as found in Rodin, Klimt, Mahler, Rilke, Sibelius, Strauss, T. Mann, Scriabin, Debussy, d' Annunzio, D.H. Lawrence, Knut Hamsun, Isadora Duncan, Yeats, Munch, etc. But our cafard now had to be depicted more naturalistically, all warts. The lovely shimmering of all those Edwardian subjectivities, a heroic lullaby that no longer lulled, had to be torn down, replaced; not restored. Those who tend to fall down, who succumb to psychosomatic sickness, who blame themselves for necessary vulnerabilities,gaze too steadfastly at the painted surface for it to release its magic. Turning away from their guilt allows a healing to begin, when they realize that they are the chosen meek. The vol. 17, no. 1 21

which inspiration was stabilized.<br />

5. MORESOFlHELOCALEXPRESSIONISTS<br />

Lighthearted enjoyment <strong>of</strong> their sudden fame's absurdity, a semibohemian<br />

group bravado based on alcohol rather than imagist drugs, doing<br />

things like old-fashioned dancing and s<strong>of</strong>tball with elegant style,<br />

Hemingwayward, rarely risking pratfalls in the big business environment in<br />

which they moved, these were some <strong>of</strong> the traits <strong>of</strong> the most prominent abstract<br />

expressionists <strong>of</strong> the early nineteen-fifties. No one could complain <strong>of</strong><br />

their frightening eccentricities, yet they have become well-known as much<br />

through their behavior as through their works, thanks to brilliant publicity,<br />

mostly word-<strong>of</strong>-mouth. <strong>The</strong> surface tension <strong>of</strong> their paintings had weakened to<br />

. such an extent that by the end <strong>of</strong> the decade they had lost most <strong>of</strong> their<br />

followers, but their code <strong>of</strong> manners was still in effect as a defense against<br />

lionization.<br />

<strong>The</strong>ir physicality and anti-literary bias found an unlikely symbiosis<br />

with intellectuals who had been fighting sentimentalities with abstruse word<br />

puzzles that held no interest for the artist, To head <strong>of</strong>f a public that might show<br />

too much interest in the seductions <strong>of</strong> surrealism, they pushed non-objectivity<br />

in paint as the banner <strong>of</strong> the thinker. "What's good in the new art?" was<br />

answered with "This is what we like." Eager to improve themselves, collectors<br />

collaborated in aborting insights and fantasies typical <strong>of</strong> a European surrealism<br />

too effeminate and decadent for the U.S.A<br />

Silenced up to now by my realization that attempting to fill in some <strong>of</strong><br />

the blanks <strong>of</strong> that period would be called envy, I write down these sclerotic<br />

gripes now in the hope that others in my position will agree with me, since they<br />

know that because <strong>of</strong> our double allegiance to the art organization and our<br />

superegos our ambivalences are tearing us apart to a degree that threatens our<br />

careers. Excavations in paint that were intended to be later worked out in<br />

completed form were truncated and exhibited in the craze for the unfinished<br />

that dominated those years. (How many times have I been told to stop before<br />

I wrecked the picture and later heard the same people remark that I had trouble<br />

finishing my work!) Ever aware, however unconsciously, <strong>of</strong> decorative requirements,<br />

we overestimated the importance <strong>of</strong> composition in our paintings, wellrehearsed<br />

for their places on distant walls <strong>of</strong> collectors and dealers who suddenly<br />

knew only too wen what they wanted. Instead <strong>of</strong> abstracting from reallife<br />

objects, we were abstracting from the non-objective non-forms that were<br />

our basic vocabulary against the crimes <strong>of</strong> abstraction (well-known to turn<br />

good-hearted neighbors against each other) and to lead to a closed circuit in<br />

art. Paintings were leaping from their walls a little too melodramatically; we<br />

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