Art Criticism - The State University of New York
Art Criticism - The State University of New York
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mortify into hard edges and mushy centers forms overburnished and many<br />
times removed from the insights <strong>of</strong> Earth's pr<strong>of</strong>ligacy, s<strong>of</strong>t-edged with gemmed<br />
cores?<br />
Paul Klee made the terrifying journey into another person's consciousness<br />
a hilarious, though jittery adventure, a "panicky sweet morning". He left<br />
doors open for us to follow, but few are risking the shoals glimpsed there,<br />
flowering orchards <strong>of</strong> bloody foam.<br />
When M. Duchamp launched Urinalism the shameful psychotic devices<br />
<strong>of</strong> thousands <strong>of</strong> outsiders, furtive plastiquers, suddenly were sanctioned<br />
as museum-worthy. <strong>The</strong> pornography that does the most damage is that which<br />
is redeemed by its artistic value. <strong>The</strong> warmth <strong>of</strong> the intimate voices <strong>of</strong> shared<br />
insight doesn't linger around such sterilities, in spite <strong>of</strong> their undeniable usefulness<br />
in blowing up herbivores. One <strong>of</strong> the "pop" artists explained that<br />
celebrating the crass and banal in commerce was the only way they could<br />
shock their jaded clientele. Why should the carefully tended fabric <strong>of</strong> the<br />
accretions <strong>of</strong> our culture be torn apart every time some experimenter wants to<br />
delight his friends by playing pranks on bewildered people he feels contempt<br />
for?<br />
Someone who genuinely enjoys astringent atonality or a wounding<br />
Piccassoid edge must have a rather Spartan, if not puritanical tolerance <strong>of</strong><br />
discomfort, satisfaction <strong>of</strong> iconoclasm here being stronger than calnie, luxe et<br />
volupte. This is a perversion comparable to J. Calvin's remonstrance that since<br />
God had created flowers we didn't need painting, Modern art has perfected<br />
superior mortifications for those whose self-flagellating frenzy is stronger than<br />
any love. What began as refreshing bitter uprooting <strong>of</strong> complacencies now<br />
shrivels for lack <strong>of</strong> warmth, since hatred does not temper art as they had<br />
expected. This vicarious murder was part <strong>of</strong> an impatience with abstract blandness,<br />
with the colored blanks we were allowed to fill in with an intolerable<br />
permissiveness.<br />
Like cautious novelists who create colorless characters in their Romans<br />
a clef by combining the attributes <strong>of</strong> too many friends, the bulk <strong>of</strong> the<br />
abstract expressionists did not wish to make their forms too recognizable or<br />
intrusive, lest they break the code <strong>of</strong> the picture plane an~ alloverness set up<br />
by valued estheticians. And if one became a little too popular with the middle<br />
class he was sent to a Siberia <strong>of</strong> journalistic neglect.<br />
What amazed us most when we first saw the abstract expressionists'<br />
originals was, I believe, their tentativeness writ large, tender hesitancies blown<br />
up to overwhelming proportions, giving us the feeling <strong>of</strong> some tremulous<br />
evanescent religious miracle about to occur, genuine because <strong>of</strong> the humility<br />
<strong>of</strong> emendation, the brush still searching and, because <strong>of</strong> the all-important hugeness<br />
<strong>of</strong> the sparsely inhabited (except perhaps by angels) acreage, almost<br />
ecclesiastical. Like listening to atonal music or gulping down incomprehen-<br />
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