Art Criticism - The State University of New York
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ut the only metamorphosis that will transcend the humiliating ephemera around<br />
us will be as inexplicable by that evanescence as a larva's conception <strong>of</strong> its<br />
winged future.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re are the juicy parts <strong>of</strong> a painting and there are the bony and<br />
gristled parts, without which the former would not exist. <strong>The</strong> intelligentsia, in<br />
its stoic masochism, aims to be above the lure <strong>of</strong> delectation that the public<br />
rifles and then discards. Commendable, but sometimes the crowd excels the<br />
critic in intuition, as when the latter at long last jettisons certain sacred monstrosities<br />
(L. Eilshemius, Archipenko) that the public never accepted in the<br />
first place. Extrapolating on the basis <strong>of</strong> carrying to extremes an effective style,<br />
like the anguish <strong>of</strong> early Webern and Schoenberg strung out in desiccation <strong>of</strong><br />
our present serial academy, this self-laceration is becoming ludicrous, untenable.<br />
(E.g., the journalistic surrealism <strong>of</strong> the <strong>New</strong> <strong>York</strong> Times' current sick and<br />
ugly political cartoons, a belated homage to insights in pioneer surrealists,<br />
must seem embarrassingly inappropriate to readers <strong>of</strong> more as well as those <strong>of</strong><br />
less sophistication, who might have savored this kind <strong>of</strong> shock treatment at an<br />
earlier time but now want something more mature, even more esthetic.) But the<br />
vanguard is listened to as never before, out <strong>of</strong> a fear <strong>of</strong> solecisms by the new<br />
rich-as powerful as the priesthood that ignored Van Gogh and Gauguin.<br />
7. THEHAILOWEDSHOOTINGGALLERY<br />
Our recently established freedom to do anything we want in art only<br />
frightens some artists who crave restraints from above because <strong>of</strong> timidities<br />
more spiritual than marketplace. Looking back, those now forbidden kingdoms<br />
<strong>of</strong> ordered paint that required such difficult academic visas may soon seem<br />
desirable to us from our prison <strong>of</strong> anarchy where authorities warn us to be new,<br />
different. Yet a whiff <strong>of</strong> modern art's destructive, impious euphoria makes one<br />
quickly an addict to its rather insensitive "sense <strong>of</strong> rumor." One soon forgets<br />
the more solemn introspective uses <strong>of</strong> art. Now the newly-enfranchised vanguard<br />
takes up eccentricities that are increasingly bizarre and destructive, are<br />
initially flattered, then disgusted when the status quo public they intended to<br />
mock begins to ape them without style. Vowing, like Cezanne, that pragmatists<br />
will never get their hooks in them, they retreat into pride, untempered by real<br />
adversity. A little too sybaritic about country pleasures, these languid landescapists<br />
dare not excavate the blood-soaked earth beneath their summer greens.<br />
Nowadays we are so busy helping the critics on our side dispose <strong>of</strong><br />
the junk that has accumulated on the surfaces <strong>of</strong> the paintings in our institutions<br />
that we don't have time or energy to replace them with our own more<br />
refined rubbish. <strong>The</strong> fallow surfaces <strong>of</strong> hardly blemished canvases surround<br />
us, blind men staring at each others waiting for fertilities.<br />
How can they deny their starved furies, these geometricians who<br />
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