Art Criticism - The State University of New York
Art Criticism - The State University of New York
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maiden" <strong>of</strong> Marxism (unless things get worse they won't revolt). Thought here<br />
is that gray matter that is the enemy <strong>of</strong> good painting.<br />
Are we' in this country still expected to share, at this late date, the<br />
iconoclastic fury <strong>of</strong> European artists and writers <strong>of</strong> the last generation? <strong>The</strong><br />
complacencies they fought have changed so completely that we have begun<br />
to get a little curious about them: were they so smothering as to merit the<br />
overkill <strong>of</strong> futurism and other sects? This good fight is the essence <strong>of</strong> the<br />
raison d'etre <strong>of</strong> our liberated art schools (whose students, I have noticed,<br />
usually seem miserable, quarrelsome, haggard). A sentimentality has grown up<br />
about this continuing universal revolution, never resting long enough to build<br />
up scar tissue. In this tradition, debates at the <strong>New</strong> <strong>York</strong> artists' club in the<br />
Fifties were usually refreshingly ad hominem, like husbands and wives who,<br />
out <strong>of</strong> fear <strong>of</strong> each other, fight only in the presence <strong>of</strong> others.<br />
"Fishing in murky waters", as Freud was accused <strong>of</strong> doing, has now<br />
become standard in all the arts, not for reasons <strong>of</strong> increasing self-knowledge<br />
but because even the poor simple-hearted painters in their bucolic cesspool<br />
feel shame if their inspirations spring too ingenuously from a simple joyous<br />
source. Folly to agitate these depths out <strong>of</strong> fashionable concern; they who<br />
buy art are so busy dying they don't get messages any more from the realms <strong>of</strong><br />
innocence.<br />
Untouchables don't necessarily dislike being touched; the wages <strong>of</strong><br />
onanistic loneliness are solipsism and in art these grotesquely distorted alienations<br />
rarely speak to each other .<br />
. Seduced into a sentimentality before his aseptic intellect could take<br />
command, the kitsch-sleuth curses himself, looking furtively about him for<br />
observers <strong>of</strong> his gaffe. He doesn't believe this devil that obsesses him should<br />
be given "equal time".<br />
Ferret out your daily kitsch from the garbage <strong>of</strong> middlebrow, busy<br />
little vanguardist! <strong>The</strong> poison you brew is too toxic to be effective, since it<br />
destroys you as well. Better to woo with works <strong>of</strong> art that draw in the enemy to<br />
a warm fire and meal where he can be sweetly cajoled out <strong>of</strong> his sentimentality<br />
(part <strong>of</strong> the coin <strong>of</strong> hate) with a love ubiquitous as found objects <strong>of</strong> a culture<br />
discarding its soul with its wastes.<br />
Formalizing an,d specializing the nonsense syllables that primitive<br />
man enjoyed may lead to practical languages but it doesn't nourish the music<br />
and poetry that caused that initial glossalalia to communicate with the spirits<br />
<strong>of</strong> earth and the gods. In painting, our bottling <strong>of</strong> the sacred waters <strong>of</strong> an<br />
inchoate universality surpassing idiosyncrasies results in a limited vocabulary<br />
<strong>of</strong> forms useful only for decorating walls. Abstracting for purposes <strong>of</strong> wider<br />
communication, we've lost the subjective phosphorescence <strong>of</strong> a uniqueness<br />
we all had in common; minute, subtle variations from mind to mind affording<br />
true "style".<br />
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