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IN MODERN PAINTING
John Adkins Richardson
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virtue of form but soon plunges us, again, into the spaceless, moral world
of the novel); and a work attributed to Poussin, the Achilles Discovered Among
the Daughters of Lycomedon (which has form that can be dwelled on with
delight but whose content is of the meagrest, least satisfactory kind).
Rembrandt's Christ before Pilate combines the psychological insight of the
great dramatist or novelist with the supreme formal ingenuity of the great
painter but the form and content operate separately, they do not co-operate.
Only Rembrandt's hasty little calligraphic ink drawing, The Hidden Talent,
meets Fry's criterion for co-operation of form with content.
What is most fascinating about the ranking of the works in Transformations
apart from the critical acuity Fry brings to all such enterprisesis that there
is a direct correlation between the standing assigned to a work and the
number of people prominently featured in the work. The Bruegel has hordes
of them, the Daumier is of a crowd, the painting of Achilles holds but a
number. The Rembrandt picture of Christ and Pilate depicts a mob, but only
a handful of principals grips our whole attention. The little drawing by
Rembrandt contains two people and they are at odds.
In undertaking studies of social phenomena as they appear in the arts there
is always, of course, a certain risk in finding the object of one's interest in
everything surveyed. But in the case of the estrangement motif in modern
art the difficulty lies in the opposite direction. The most exaggerated claims
take on genuine plausibility owing to the diffusion of the theme throughout
our culture. Indeed, it would be easy to multiply instances and thus convey
the impression that modern painting represents, entirely, a dominion of silence
and privacy. I do not believe that it does, but a feeling for estrangement
has been the unacknowledged legislator of every advanced sensibility from
the middle of the nineteenth century to the present day.
So puissant is the assumption that modernity and estrangement are in
some way tied together that a sufficiently strong impression of the latter will
cause critics to embrace as 'modern' a literary or artistic style that has otherwise fallen into desuetude. Thus Andrew Wyeth is made to seem somehow
more representative of the times than is his brother-in-law, Peter Hurd, whose
pictures of the American Southwest evoke something less relevant. Similarly,
Edward Hopper's depictions of a world that is either devoid of life or is
populated by spiritually vacant people ally his paintings with the early work
of Giorgio de Chirico in the minds of some critics,3 although it is by no
means clear in just what way Hopper's lonely Americans fit into the empty
piazzas of Italian Metaphysical art.
To claim that modern painting is wholly characterized by evidence of
personal estrangement or social isolation would certainly exaggerate the case
absurdly. But, absurd or no, it would amount to far less of a distortion than
one might at first suppose.
The term customarily used to denote the isolation and loneliness that seem
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Australian's portrait of van Gogh and one by that master catcher of likenesses,
Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, show us a man quite different from van Gogh's
picture of himself, grim visaged, coarse of feature, and rigid enough to be
some Romanesque prophet, glaring, transfixed against a background aflame
with long brushstrokes that seem sometimes to emanate from the figure
itself.11 But, again, it is common to most of the important painters known
as Post-Impressionists that they subsume their painted image within a stylistic
manner and treat physical appearance as a kind of self-revealing mask. That is,
the true self is never exposed except through some kind of painted subterfuge.
Paul Cezanne treated himself with extraordinary severity in his Self-Portrait
with Palette. The forms of the picture, which are architectonic in character,
constitute a set of walls and barriers to physical contact; moreover, the
painter is hard at work and, so, does not look at us.
Cezanne's landscapes are as empty of life as those of the aged Monet. They
do not even contain the iconic notations of people van Gogh sometimes
incorporated into his scenes. More frequently than not the view is of a subject
not easily accessible from the site. We are looking at a rock quarry beyond
a chasm, staring over l'Estaque from some incredibly lofty vantage point, or
viewing the Mont St. Victoire from the edge of a high cliff. Moreover, what
we can see is not nature, it is pure Cezanne. It has been reduced to a special
geometry of planes that proclaims the superior force of the painter's will at
every point and in every region of space.12 The partialisms of Cezanne, van
Gogh, and the other Post-Impressionists were intentional stylizations
established for a purpose; they heighten the uniqueness of the artist in a way
that sets him apart as a solitary adventurer who explores a world that only
he could have made. Similarly, Seurat's desire to rationalize painting and
turn it into an art of systematic, scientific construction took on special
overtones when it required human beings to be made up of dots and caused
them to be reduced to isolated mannequins who do not communicate with
one another.13 In Gauguin's seasonless idyl of the South Pacific, within an
easygoing Polynesian tribal culture, we discover the self-conscious aversions
of Manet and Degas. These were, of course, Gauguin's importations to
Tahiti. He takes it as the most normal thing in the world for people to be
forever turning their backs on one another. Face to face confrontations are
unbelievably rare in his works, when one considers that most oFthem contain
two or more figures.
If we wish to find an artist of appropriately impressive standing whose
depictions of human society deviate from the path herein surveyed, we might
turn to Toulouse-Lautrec. Not withstanding all that has been written about
his own deformity and unconscious aggression the fact that the girls of a
brothel actually speak to one another is enough to make their lives seem
part of common humanity. Of course, in toto, Toulouse-Lautrec's work seems
a bit claustrophobic, like the numberless interiors with mothers and daughters
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by another great artist among the unalienated, stylish Mary Cassatt. Her
family vignettes are as wholesomely immune to despair as Toulouse-Lautrec's
milieu is infected by the promise of false gaiety. Whatever else these subjects
may imply, estrangement is not a significant part of it. That is true, too, of
course, of many lesser modems. In fact, it may even be that they are sometimes considered less significant by the umpires of taste precisely because their
subjects are more communicative. None the less, we can dismiss them as
unimportant for our purposes because they did not carry their present forward
into the future. The artists who did are more often to be counted alongside
van Gogh, C6zanne, Seurat, and Gauguin.
Proto-Expressionists Edvard Munch and James Ensor were both specialists
in the proclamation of universal estrangement. Their examples were strongly
moving to young artists in Germany just before World War I. Ernst Ludwig
Kirchner did paintings around 1907 that are particularly reminiscent of certain
Munchs.14 Other members of Die Britcke, the group of Dresden artists led by
Kirchner, were concerned with similar things, though not many of them
emphasized solitude in an urban setting to the degree Kirchner did.
In contrast to the rather pessimistic view of the human condition instinct to
much German Expressionism, the Fauves of Paris were optimistic. The
appellation of'wild beasts' they received from a journalist in 1905 conveys
the ferocity but misses the joyous, pagan self-affirmation characteristic of
the group. Their leader, Henri Matisse, specialized in pictures so decorative
in spirit and luscious in colour that any human beings appearing in them
take on the character of purely aesthetic objects. This way of looking at
things in painting was left free to Matisse and the Fauves by their predecessors,
the Post-Impressionists; by 1913 the Cubists and the German Expressionist,
Kandinsky, had arrived at purifications of that viewpoint none before could
have known or even wished to see.
Authoritative statements to support the idea that Cubism was 'the most
important art experiment of our time' are easy to find.15 And it is not much
more difficult to turn up claims that Cubism's rejection of visible reality was
the ultimate step in what Ortega y Gasset called the 'dehumanization of art'.
In his famous essay 'On Point of View in the Arts' Ortega connects
retraction of the forms of living things from modern art with the 'progressive
dis-realization ofthe world' in modern philosophy.16 As usual, there is a good
deal in what Ortega writes, even when his prejudices are so apparent. After
all, substituting for seen reality a structure built from clustered planes, lines,
and strokes, as did Picasso and Braque was to do hardly more than
exaggerate the procedures of the Post-Impressionists. Cezanne and van Gogh
had distinguished their private visions from objective realism by emphatically
reforming the shapes of nature according to their own wills. Beginning in
1907, Picasso and Braque took that emphasis as a point of departure and,
by 1911, the true subject-matter of their paintings was, explicitly as well as
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But I looked back, obsessed by the sight, trying to analyse my sudden depression, and
I said to myself: 'I have just looked upon the archetype of an aged man of letters
who has been the brilliant entertainer of the generation he has survived, the old poet
without fhends, without family, without children, degraded by poverty and the
ingratitude of the pubbc, and whose booth the indifferent world no longer cares to
enter.*21
How fitting that the one to feel such disconsolation at a fair should be he
who had written of feeling a 'sense ofsolitude, since my childhood. In spite of
my family, above all when surrounded by my comradesthe sense of a
destiny eternally solitary.'22
Of painters the only one to capture the full sentiment of Baudelaire's
feelings, identifying the serious artist with acrobats and clowns, was Pablo
Picasso in his blue period. In many of the paintings done around 1904 the
artist used a line of a curiously inorganic and constraining kind. His Blind
the former have answered with supercilious scorn the rancour and hatred of
the latter. As it happens, the auspices of our limited camaraderie sometimes
blind us to the isolation permeating the art itself. But it has been there from
the outset. In the incipient beginnings of Cubism there was already the seed of
loneliness.
Picasso's 'blue period' (c. 1901-04) remains his most popular style. Full of
hauntingly melodious pictures of gypsies, outcasts, acrobats, and clowns, this
phase of the artist's development is appealing in its melancholy sentimentality;
the bittersweet longings of our youth come to us disguised as figures from
commedia dett'artc isolated in some Spanish desierto. There are some extraordinary things to note of them. To begin with, they are performers but they
are never performing for an audience; they are alone or they are practising.
Once in awhile they are shown as members of a family. But it is a family
set off from the other families in human society. The costumes alone would,
of course, establish the singularity of a harlequin's family. They also make for
irony since the characters of Harlequin and Columbine in traditional
pantomine are frivolous, gay, vain, and irresponsible; to cast them in the
roles of sobre lovers and concerned parents quickens our awareness of the
differences between the fancifully artistic roles they play on stage and the
backstage life the performers lead.19 Picasso had been anticipated in this
irony by poet Charles Baudelaire in a vignette entitled 'Le Vieux Saltimbanque'
included in the posthumous collection Le Spleen de Paris (1869). It describes
how Baudelaire, finding himself in the middle of a holiday carnival, caught
sight of an old down, 'stooped tottering, decrepit, a ruin of a man, leaning
against the jamb of his hovel; a shanty more miserable than that of the most
brutish savage.'20 The poet was overwhelmed by the sight of a clown who
had 'abdicated', whose 'fate was sealed'. Then, suddenly, the crowd surged
and swept Baudelaire away:
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easily passes over into a second and that into a third; consequently, there is
overlapping throughout the connected series of styles that have come to be
referred to as 'modern art'. One of these avant-gardes, which appeared in
1916 in conservative Zurich, was completely dedicated to alienation as a
way of life. Dadaism was contemptuous of every notion of intellectual
respectability; it was a cultural demolition operation which contended that
all things are meaningless and every activity futile.
Surrealism, the child of Dada, was specifically committed to dealing with
the matter under discussionhuman estrangement and social alienation. The
Surrealists were inspired to try overcoming barriers to communication by
means of a universal symbolism grounded in the irrationality of the art
many of them had practised as Dadaists. Freud had stressed that in psychoanalysis fantasy and reality are to be treated alike and that, moreover, the
structure of fantasy is dictated by deepest human nature which makes the
symbols of dreams and delusions universal, constantly recurrent in fairy tales,
myths, literature, and popular sayings. Freud found in this an explanation of
the poet's ability 'to carry us with him . . . and to arouse emotions in us of
which we thought ourselves perhaps not even capable.'25 Consequently, his
papers are studded with references to the fine arts and contain several famous
studies of artists and writers. It is this connection between the fantasy worlds
of psychoanalysis and traditional art forms that gave the Surrealists the
hope that, through the elimination of the subterfuges of culture and reason,
they would be able to achieve a universal language of human emotion.
That attempt contained a fatal inconsistency. For the world of Max Ernst,
Salvador Dali, Michel Leiris, Louis Aragon, or any of the others is the world of
introspection; if it has a meaning for the observer it is a meaning for him or
her alone, inevitably bound up with his or her particular psychic history. And,
should it be true, as Freud and Jung held, that the myths people have made
are psychic necessities reinvented by each of us in the fantasies of our days and
nights, they are still, so far as each of us is concerned, our myths alone, just
as one's mouthings are never really shared with another. The Surrealist movement proclaimed what everyone already knew: all of us are in this together
by ourselves. Too, there is something in Meyer Schapiro's idea that 'we
recognize the authenticity of certain paintings in their strangenessprecisely
because the symbols cannot be readily communicated . . . . We are suspicious
of the paintings of Dali, for example, because we recognize the symbols.'26
Salvador Dali was the popular Surrealist, a good deal of whose appeal lay in
the familiarity of what he himself referred to as the 'discredited academicism'
he applied to incongruous combinations. Dali, like Rene Magritte, the
Belgian, and Yves Tanguy, a French merchant seaman, had been inspired by
Giorgio de Chirico's lonely piazzas and empty ruins. Their works are also
full of loneliness. In point of fact, Dali had absorbed into his monster
playground Tanguy's weird stage where delicately fragile enormities cast iron
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shadows onto a landscape that has never known the human presence. Max
Ernst's world was not entirely bereft of humanity, but the rare appearances
of ordinary creatures in his realm of excoriated nightscapes made them seem
somehow uncannytheir calm regard of the bizarre divorces us from them as
much as their world is removed from our own. Magritte treated people like
mannequins and other elements of reality as banalities whose only interest
resided in their symbolic conjunctions. He can be very amusing, but intimacy
with him is impossible. And the beings who populate his pictures are as cut
off from one another as he is from us; his Lovers kiss, but their faces are
covered by the hoods they wear. His nudes turn, above the waist, to stone
or dead fish. A woman's naked body contains, as well, the fragment of a
clothed male who encircles her waist with his arm and strokes her thigh as she
fights to push him away. In Magritte's dreams, when intimacy is not
forbidden, it is full of hazard; it is made still more lonely than solitude.
Surreal influences can be seen in the works of any number of socially
conscious artists working in Britain and America. Surrealist incongruities and
Dali's machine-slick finish pop up in the works of Stanley Spencer, Paul
Nash, and George Tooker. The latter's Subway is typical of Tooker's
depressing commentary on the loneliness and anonymity of contemporary
urban existence. His people are often the same person, repeated with
variations in colour. There is never any communication between them. The
harsh geometry of the underground's passageways imprisons them, yet,
troubled by the situation, they are powerless to talk about it. What makes
such a picture effective is, surely, the fact that it is very, very close to being
matter of fact. It is what literary people are apt to call 'Kafkaesque'. And if
to so describe it employs a cliche, that is because the clich6 fits circumstance
so well.
The world Franz Kafka described in his short stories and novels was
inspired by an earlier, less bureaucratic time than ours. But what he extracted
from Austro-Hungarian society at the century's turn brought into existence
an atmosphere 'reality had somehow neglected to bring into full focus'.27 For
he understood how officialdom will 'justify' any evil at all by asserting that
it is the unfortunate but unavoidable consequence of some higher law or
purpose. The actions of Kafka's protagonists, comprised in a series of fruitless
undertakings, are the only meaningful acts in a world otherwise devoid of
sense; they are the undertakings of the prototypical Existentialist anti-hero.
That is, their situation is consistent with the ethic of Jean Paul Sartre for
whom there is no reality except in action undertaken according to the
formula that 'one need not hope in order to undertake one's work'.
During the 1940s and early 1950s artists absorbed the Existentialist ethic
as an aesthetic attitude and, in so doing, drew from Surrealism new
inspiration. The Surrealists had adapted Dadaism's 'craziness' to their purposes
by structuring it in terms of psychoanalysis. Jean Dubuffet, the French artist,
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I'oeil art than with photography but they resemble the academic attack on the
still life. For in conventional still-life painting the play of shadows and forms,
the contest of lighting effects and solid objects, and the pure formalism of
realistically painted objects are all taken for granted. The effect, in terms of
human relations, is to delete any suggestion of the spirit from the
representations of people. Today the element of social contact in figurative
painting operates largely on the implicitly inferior level of applied art, in
popular illustration and cartooning, which has in effect, become the art of
the proletariat and uncultivated middle classes.
We have, in the course of this brief survey, observed no movement
openly antagonistic to human interchange. Yet, the one thing modern art
work has consistently revealed is the isolation prevailing when every overt
hindrance is eliminated. The extent to which fine artists are alienated from
every public except the most 61ite and specialized followers of serious art is
evidenced in the history of the various avant-garde efforts which have
perpetually oscillated among various forms of estrangement. What, after all,
can be more clearly an instance of this tendency than the emergence of
Conceptual Art, a movement devoted to the disavowal of art as a privileged
category ofactivity ? Without the special status conferred upon art by the 61ite,
the Conceptualists would have no station from which to mount any appeal
whatever. Consider how disastrous it would be for the people who support
Conceptualism as a direction were proposals to eliminate distinctions between
art and life ever'to be taken as seriously in Western Europe and America
as they have been in Southeast Asia. Today's avant-garde depend absolutely
upon the existence of museums, collections, and commerce in art because
Conceptual Art is really a radical variety of art criticism which, like Dada,
raises aloft defiant banners in the form of rather routine philosophic queries.
Its proponents can afford to be smug in their discontent, for they are well
aware of the likely longevity of their supposed foe, bourgeois art.
Irony is the daughter of time, time the mother of despair. The siblings
have met in modernism and evoked the face of loneliness. Still, it is a face of
real character, yet capable of a wry, self-abusing grin.
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