Open Letter To Artists (From An Art Critic) - Part 2
by Joan Altabe - 5/31/2006
If I were one of the French Impressionists of the 19th century, I’d be indignant. They were rule-breakers. They revolted against traditional technique and subject matter. What are you doing?
Not that I think the French painters had anything to be all that proud of, either. I don’t get how they could have ignored the world they lived in – the Bonaparte regime – for some splashes of paint. All I can see in the ism is formlessness in slushy, strident colors and an air of detachment that is maddening. Never mind that the poor were living on horsemeat. Never mind that Napoleon led his people into a ruinous defeat in the Franco-Prussian war.
At the same time, mind you, Impressionists only had eyes for the function of light – a decomposing, running light that both buffed up and brushed off the life around him.
You know those wide Paris street scenes in works like Pissarro’s “Boulevard Montmartre” and Monet’s “Boulevard des Capucines”? Napoleon widened those boulevards so he could quickly dispatch troops into them if there were an uprising. Such was the tenor of the time. What did Monet and Pissarro do? They ran to London for cover and painted parks.
Monet acknowledged his narrow focus. “One day, finding myself at the death-bed of a woman who had been and still was very dear to me, I caught myself focusing on her temples and automatically analyzing the succession of appropriately graded colors which death was imposing on her motionless face…”
It’s hard to reconcile Monet’s thinking with Picasso’s view of art making: “What do you think an artist is? An imbecile who has only his eyes if he is a painter? On the contrary, he’s at the same time a political being, constantly alive to heart-rending fiery or happy events, to which he responds in every way. How would it be possible to feel no interest in other people and by virtue of an ivory indifference to detach yourself from the life, which they so copiously bring you? No, painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war for attack and defense against the enemy.”
In contrast, Monet’s contemporary, Georges Seurat, served as a witness to his time. Rather than blurring life’s boundaries out of existence, he showed France’s working class frozen in boredom and malaise. In “Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte,” he portrayed his countrymen in a sneering way by painting blank faces and wooden figures with little or no interaction – emblems of the dehumanized rigidity of modern life. His trademark, regularized dots, with their machine-made look, further emphasizes that dehumanization.
So, if you’re into Impressionism, get out. Stop decorating apartments and start defending against the enemy: detachment.
— Joan Altabe | May 31, 2006
Comments:
The views and opinions of individual authors/contributors expressed on the FAR web site do not necessarily state or reflect those views and/or opinions of Fine Art Registry or its agents or subsidiaries.
© 2006 Global Fine Art Registry, LLC. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed without express permission.
Dear Joan,
Food for thought. But then those gobs of wild rebellious “Impressionist” colours did not come about out of the blue (no pun intended). Whether we “like” what they painted and how is a matter for a friendly discussion over a café-long at Les Deux Magots. We know history poorly and read even less about it, and yet, how we criticize. We react as if the Impressionists were a bunch of adolescent know-it-alls who simply told their elders where to get off. To the contrary, the rebellious impressionists were well-trained painters. Either students of or graduates of the Académie. They had honed their technical skills and knew the spelling and grammar of the visual language they had taken on as their own. They also were aware of the recognition processes involved in their making or un-making in the art world of the day. Basically, they knew what they were rebelling against.
As for their park scenes and at times light subject matter (for the day) there’s was a counterpoint to the laissez-faire attitude and Imperialism of the times. They focused on their individual abilities to do as they saw fit despite the constant rejections they faced. Their rebellion was not scattered, as so much of our “modern” social commentary is. There’s was not an adolescent push to save the world. Their work did not result in un-trained self-centered dabbling. They went beyond themselves, despite opposition, to observe life around them. They then commented on what they saw - without imposing it.
Before we as painters or sculptors can be at the forefront of presenting to the world “what is”, we must first know what exists beyond our “selves”. We must present what we have encountered without tainting it with subjective imposition. We must recognize that viewers of artwork are not stupid or insipid as so much of today’s “artistic rants imply”. Rather than consider ourselves god’s gift to the masses or as visionaries, what we visually say would be more relevant if we didn’t scream or spit it out as so many “rebels without a cause” do. (2 year old tantrums aren’t that cute coming from a spouter sporting a 7 day old beard). Finally, before mouthing off, visual artists should know something about both sides of a coin. We must also acknowledge history as it was - and not how we would have liked it to be. We must learn from it and try to avoid the self-righteous revisionism so prevalent today. All of this we must acknowledge, over and above technically learning what a “Filbert” can actually do. We too can rebel, but the cause should have credibility and relevance to the whole.
Not enough knowledge and too much navel gazing does not a good painter or sculptor make. Loud visual noise is already rampant amongst us. So before dissing the Impressionists, (easy to do, they’re dead), we “contemporaries” have a long way “back” to go, before we can step forward with honesty and integrity. And, sadly, painting pretty flowers may be all the statement that some can make in this rather numb era. That in itself says much about who we are in this first segment of a new century.
Bernard Poulin
just a painter
August 22, 2006