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GREENBERG C. The Case For Abstract Art
GREENBERG C. The Case For Abstract Art
The Case
for
Abstract Art
By CLEMENT
any people say that the kind of art our age produces
is one of the major symptoms of what's wrong with
the age. The disintegration and, finally, the disappearance of recognizable images in painting and sculpture,
like the obscurity in advanced Hterature, are supposed to reflect a disintegration of values in society itself. Some people go
further and say that abstract, nonrepresentational art is pathological art, crazy art, and that those who practice it and those
who admire and buy it are either sick or silly. The kindest
critics are those who say it's all a joke, a hoax and a fad, and
that modernist art in general, or abstract art in particular, will
soon pass. This sort of thing is heard or read pretty constantly,
but in some years more often than others.
There seems to be a certain rhythm in the advance in
popularity of modernist art. and a certain rhythm in the
counterattacks which try to stem it. More or less the same
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works or arguments are used in all the polemics, but the targets usually change. Once it was the Impressionists who were
a scandal, next it was Van Gogh and Cezanne, then it was
Matisse, then it was cubism and Picasso, after that Mondriaan,
and now it is Jackson Pollock. The fact that Pollock was an
American shows in a backhanded way how important American art has lately become.
Some of the same people who attack modernist art in general, or abstract art in particular, happen also to complain
that our age has lost those habits of disinterested contemplation and that capacity for enjoying things as ends in themselves and for their own sake, which former ages are supposed
to have cultivated. This idea has been advanced often enough
to convert it into a ciiche. I hate to give assent to a cliche, for
it is almost always an oversimplification, but I have to make
an exception in this case.
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not have to take down the rifle or shotgun and stalk him, or stand around the
chickens or pigs to make sure a wolf did
not come in and wantonly kill.
She had a feeling about what she must
do. A kind of magic had been performed
on her this afternoon, and now she was
cool and detached about it. She felt that
she had been tricked, bul it was of the
kind a woman could alTord. A woman
needed pretty things, and one of them
was her conception of herself. No matler
what a man would say, a salesman like
Mr. Ward could stop the wind from spinning and stop the world from turning
over on its side. She felt assured and
rested.
She went to Billie Nan and said. "Die?
Why, Billie Nan, Fiow could you say such
a thing? You, the prettiest girl all around?
I declare, you make me mad when you
say such a thing. Now you just take this
mirror. . . . No, you take ilhear? Ever
see a mirror more elegant? Why, now,
Billie Nan, that mirror can tell the truth
about you. But first we have to do a few
littie things. Now I'm goin' to take your
hair down. And see this hyar comb?
isn't it the bestest comb you ever did
see? Why, Billie Nan, you just don't have
no conception about how pretty you
are
"
A team and wagon were churning over
the plain. Somewhere it must have passed
Billie Nan's, as the girl drove back home
with a light in her eyes that had seemed
to make Lucy's gifts the best thing she
had ever done. Lucy's hair was back in
the bun, because Billie Nan had the ribbon, and Lucy had taken the paint from
her face. Without the beautiful mirror
and the comb she didn't have spirit for
fixing up. And Billie Nan had the paint
and powder, so Lucy did not want Thad
to see her onee in a way that he would
not see her again until the day they
brought in a good crop of cotton. She
surely would not want to make him feel
disappointed when she wasn't able lo be
as pretty again.
She waited as she usually did, and this
time It was Thad. He drove up, artd they
looked at each other, which was the way
it always was. Then he bedded the team
and looked around. When he got in the
house, she had the kerosene lamp burning, even though some distant light was
left on the plain. The light was sinking
into the grass, a brilliant thing going into
the ground itself.
Thad said, "I saw Billie Nan. You give
her some things."
purposeful activity in general. This is reflected in our art, which, as has been frequently observed, puts such great emphasis on movement and development
and resolution, on beginnings, middles
and endingsthat is, on dynamics. Compare western music with any other kind,
or look at western literature, for that
matter, with its relatively great concern
with plot and over-all structure and its
relatively small concern with tropes anjd
figures and ornamental elaborations;
think of how slow-moving Chinese and
Japanese poetry Is by comparison with
ours, and how much it delights in static
situations; and how uncertain the narrational logic of nonwestern fiction tends
to be. Think of how encrusted and convoluted Arabic poetry is by contrast even
with our most euphuistic lyrical verse.
And as for nonwestern music, does it not
aknost always strike us as more monotonous than ours?
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with such problems. Or al least the fre- For readers who may wish to pursue the
quenting of abstract art can train us to subject further the following books are
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proper place; and in doing this we refine
our eyes fcr the appreciation of ncnGreen berg, ClemcDt
abslract art. That has been my own exMATISSE
perience. Thai it is still relatively rare
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can be explained perhaps by the fact that
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most pecple continue to come tc painting through academic artthe kind of
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art they see in ads and in magazinesand
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when and if they discover abstract art it
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ence that they tend to forget everything
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produced before. This is to be deplored,
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but it does not negate Ihe value, actual
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duction to the fine arts in general, and as
an introduction, too, to habits of disConstable, W. G.
interested contemplation. In this respect
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the value of abstract art will, I hope,
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prove far greater in the future than it has
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yet. Net only can it confirm, instead of
subverting tradition, but it can teach us,
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by example, how valuable so much in life
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can be made without being invested with
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ulterior meanings. How many people I
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know who have hung abstract pictures on
their walls and found themselves gazing
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at them endlessly and then exclaiming, "I
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ing, but I cun't take my eyes off it." This
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kind of bewilderment is salutary. It does
us good not lo be able to explain, either
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to ourselves cr tc ethers, what we enjoy
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