Art Criticism - The State University of New York

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desensitized by the imitated means of the enemy that their vague goal justifies. (When they urge death for bigots the show is over as far as the republic is concerned.) And painting and sculpture that aids the political radical becomes strained and peculiar, displaying affectations of panic that will never convert the target public. We artists must always expect to lose out in the political and business world; we who have to patiently explain to the pragmatists what altruism is cannot expect gentle treatment. Falsely accused of opportunism by the opportunists, we can only prove our innocence by our unworldliness and shame them with our vulnerability, like early Christian martyrs, preferring this to self-lacerations that weaken us. Self-crucifixion requires a little help from others. Considering the multiplicity of culture centers in our country, doesn't it surprise you that the dramatis personae of modern art should be so limited? There are many provincial Davidsbunds at war with the philistine and dying of neglect, so bemused are we with the moribund international scene. Are they willing to trade their b;rthright of independent fame (unachievable ina total socialization of all our assets above the profit motive) for the kind of guild pride that nourished the cathedrals and music of the middle ages? I can conceive of new cathedrals warmed by purposely anonymous paintings and sculpture donated by artists who no longer wonder: what is there left for art to do? Through a return to charity, a reuniting of our lonely split personae in a society where fame is not bargained off for wealth. "Get the corrupt priests out of modern art and let the layman judge for himself!" Ah, but it's not that simple. Would you fire the Congress and legislate by referenda? I don't think you would take that chance. These empty minds are too vulnerable to destructive pranks, are already reaching for their anti-Kulchur revolvers, and the other day I heard an archbishop whistling a singing commercial! Maybe something as seemingly unimportant as an error in taste has caused the country to take the wrong moral direction. No, we who have this vocation for making artistic taste a moral imperative as a compensation for our having been denied the ecstasy of total creativity as in the pasts miserable in our exacting inquisitions, do this selecting and nullifying only for your own good. "As things start slipping into anarchy you'll thank us." So speaks the artist engage. As a holding company invents phantom small concerns for monopoly purposes, so were all the confusing art movements only facets of a massive dissatisfaction for whom any unity was too reminiscent of the monolithic status quo they were fighting' . Nothing new in experimentation has occurred in painting and sculpture since 1915. Our new crazes are the result of a youthful generation reviving history for stability. Ontogeny recapitulating phylogeny, an individual's painting or sculpting career may duplicate the history of art, until he ends up with today's pseudo-primitivism (which S. Dali says is the 42 Art Criticism

worst disease of modem art). Yet these seemingly wayward sects fortify the monopoly. That first fine careless rapture that abstract expressionists could call up at will (until its academy, pressured by new sects, made tighter rules against spontaneity) can be resurrected at any time by young painters ingenuous and self-directed enough to weather group intimidation. How quickly we accept an arcane inarticulate explanation over one that is succinct and blessed with common sense! Not breaking the picture plane has become as much of a tyranny as perspective once was. The fact that the non-objective painters are constantly searching in· the old masters' work for correspondences to their flat space shows a lack of confidence in a dogmatic rule that often reduces the impact and dramatic dialog qf their paintings. And when famous old paintings are cannibalized for purposes of homage it is usually only for an excuse to hand on the forbidden receding planes the fulminating veneers that have trouble inventing their scaffolding. Like dessert after protein, or buying a necktie after being suited, paintc ing is what we tum to last, after our literary, musical or public sculpture needs are taken care of. Yet each of our rooms have four walls which are not often left bare, even if cheap reproductions of paintings are bought at the ten-cent store. But the timbre of an impastoed original oil is such a tactile conditioning that many of us will use any tasteless hand-painted pompier, scorning the masterpiece whose replica in print is often superior to the blackened over-burnished original. We have not evolved to a stage where the memory of the artifact will suffice, as it might in novels or music; but stronger than our need to be physically and constantly reminded of colors and forms is our greedy collector's instinct, which vitiates any esthetic urges we may be left with after our other demands are satisfied. This appetite, along with gambling speculation, is what makes it seem that painting today is blessed financially above the other arts (which doesn't commend painting since anything physical can be collected and used in speculation). No wonder painters, in their mute boorishness, often regard themselves as second-class citizens, on whose impoverished walls are hung photos of admired masterworks only. The universal artists cannibalize all important art of the past and present without being too consciously familiar with it, hoping critics will translate any obscurities for the layman; they don't expect to be illustrators of the critics' theories. These spokesmen did not want abstract expressionism to speak too loudly except in safely incoherent pseudo-scientific jargon that had little to do with human joy or anguish, like a religious ban of human image to keep the non-literary element in step with the (cocktail) party line. Intellectual puzzling-out is alien to painting's traditional aboveboard largess. Why in this era of moral permissiveness must it concern itself with a cryptography of vol. 17, no. 1 43

desensitized by the imitated means <strong>of</strong> the enemy that their vague goal justifies.<br />

(When they urge death for bigots the show is over as far as the republic is<br />

concerned.) And painting and sculpture that aids the political radical becomes<br />

strained and peculiar, displaying affectations <strong>of</strong> panic that will never convert<br />

the target public. We artists must always expect to lose out in the political and<br />

business world; we who have to patiently explain to the pragmatists what<br />

altruism is cannot expect gentle treatment. Falsely accused <strong>of</strong> opportunism by<br />

the opportunists, we can only prove our innocence by our unworldliness and<br />

shame them with our vulnerability, like early Christian martyrs, preferring this<br />

to self-lacerations that weaken us. Self-crucifixion requires a little help from<br />

others.<br />

Considering the multiplicity <strong>of</strong> culture centers in our country, doesn't<br />

it surprise you that the dramatis personae <strong>of</strong> modern art should be so limited?<br />

<strong>The</strong>re are many provincial Davidsbunds at war with the philistine and dying <strong>of</strong><br />

neglect, so bemused are we with the moribund international scene. Are they<br />

willing to trade their b;rthright <strong>of</strong> independent fame (unachievable ina total<br />

socialization <strong>of</strong> all our assets above the pr<strong>of</strong>it motive) for the kind <strong>of</strong> guild pride<br />

that nourished the cathedrals and music <strong>of</strong> the middle ages? I can conceive <strong>of</strong><br />

new cathedrals warmed by purposely anonymous paintings and sculpture<br />

donated by artists who no longer wonder: what is there left for art to do?<br />

Through a return to charity, a reuniting <strong>of</strong> our lonely split personae in a society<br />

where fame is not bargained <strong>of</strong>f for wealth.<br />

"Get the corrupt priests out <strong>of</strong> modern art and let the layman judge for<br />

himself!" Ah, but it's not that simple. Would you fire the Congress and legislate<br />

by referenda? I don't think you would take that chance. <strong>The</strong>se empty<br />

minds are too vulnerable to destructive pranks, are already reaching for their<br />

anti-Kulchur revolvers, and the other day I heard an archbishop whistling a<br />

singing commercial! Maybe something as seemingly unimportant as an error in<br />

taste has caused the country to take the wrong moral direction. No, we who<br />

have this vocation for making artistic taste a moral imperative as a compensation<br />

for our having been denied the ecstasy <strong>of</strong> total creativity as in the pasts<br />

miserable in our exacting inquisitions, do this selecting and nullifying only for<br />

your own good. "As things start slipping into anarchy you'll thank us." So<br />

speaks the artist engage.<br />

As a holding company invents phantom small concerns for monopoly<br />

purposes, so were all the confusing art movements only facets <strong>of</strong> a massive<br />

dissatisfaction for whom any unity was too reminiscent <strong>of</strong> the monolithic status<br />

quo they were fighting' . Nothing new in experimentation has occurred in<br />

painting and sculpture since 1915. Our new crazes are the result <strong>of</strong> a youthful<br />

generation reviving history for stability. Ontogeny recapitulating phylogeny,<br />

an individual's painting or sculpting career may duplicate the history <strong>of</strong> art,<br />

until he ends up with today's pseudo-primitivism (which S. Dali says is the<br />

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