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