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Lost in Thought - Duane Hanson
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Abstract
The blurring of life and art is at the center of Karl Ove
Knausgaard's explorations in his memoir, My Struggle, Book 1.
Like life, Knausgaard’s book is filled with boring tasks, objects,
and events, through which he sifts attempting to locate intrin-
sic significance. Rendering in hyperreal detail aestheticizing
mundane domestic moments positions him as the literary
inheritor of the visual art movements of realism and superre-
alism, alongside artists Gustave Courbet and Duane Hanson.
Superrealist art nudges us into examination of life and peers
over the edge for a glimpse of what lies beyond the nothing-
ness of the mundane.
controlling what we are doing and absent, our mind wandering between
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present activities and thoughts of other places, people, and things. Perhaps
Virginia Woolf best describes this sensation in her memoir Moments of Being,
calling it the “cotton wool” of “non-being,”1 identifying the light packing that
muffles the mundane. “A great part of every day,” she writes, “is not lived con-
sciously” as if it is “embedded in a kind of non-descript cotton-wool. . . . One
walks, eats, sees things, deals with what has to be done; the broken vacuum
cleaner . . . washing, cooking dinner” (emphasis added) all performed and
minutes later forgotten.2 While we may not be fully aware of it, or remember
it later, a great deal of thinking, remembering, and complex mental process-
ing transpires during these banal moments of existence, blending the silvered
threads of active thought with the cotton fibers of inattentive junctures. In the
performance of mundane tasks one’s mental state is divided between the task
at hand and cerebral musings about what is to come, what happened earlier,
current strivings and failings, dinner plans, to-do lists, conversation snippets,
and so on. During these moments we occasionally step outside ourselves and
watch ourselves perform, contemplating the nature of our own thoughts.
We might wrinkle our brow or laugh involuntarily at a peculiar idea passing
through our mind. In these moments of self-reflection we inadvertently per-
form what Ludwig Wittgenstein describes as capturing “the way of thought,
which as it were flies above the world and leaves it the way it is, contemplat-
ing it from above in its flight.”3 In Wittgenstein’s description we hover above
our absorbed self, not touching, but simply observing the traffic of our mind.
While we occasionally do this ourselves, we fail to perceive these moments in
an aesthetic manner on our own. As Wittgenstein explains, “only an artist can
so represent an individual thing as to make it appear to us like a work of art.”4
It is this habitual layered self-awareness that Norwegian author Karl Ove
Knausgaard taps into in his memoir, My Struggle, Book 1. His work partici-
pates in a sustained flight of self-observation, attempting to portray moments
of self-absorption. Knausgaard puts his finger on this point of separation,
attempting to record the hum of the brain on auto-pilot, to spot, as we some-
times do, the thoughts that involuntarily pass through our minds when we
are not aware of thinking and depict the inattentive layer of consciousness
that often goes unnoticed. He attempts to bring into focus fuzzy moments of
non-being, to pin down the appearance and content of everyday thought of
average moments to gesture toward the void beyond the pale of such idling
the form of murals depicting fruit, baskets, pitchers, platters of fish, and loaves
stage: “Suddenly we are observing a human being from the outside in a way
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that both viewer and subject are directed toward the disarray of life. While
The portrait of Proudhon is similar yet pales in comparison to the hectic por-
Knausgaard’s dilemma resonates with the question embedded within the pen-
sive gaze of Proudhon as he sits on the front porch steps and is a question
Knausgaard identifies as “the question of meaning.” Why “isn’t it enough?”
he wonders.26 Why is the “meaning [his children] produce insufficient to ful-
fill a whole life”?27 To find the answer, Knausgaard like Courbet turns to the
unembellished jumble of life for answers. Submitting to the “chaos” of life,
Knausgaard embraces the reality “of three hours of diapers,” “paying bills,”
and “howling” children, along with rest of his assorted life experiences, as a
source for content. By grafting his writing onto his life, Knausgaard exhibits
the same disinterest of Courbet in art for the sake of art and instead turns
his art upon life. Unpacking the pill bottle metaphor mentioned above,
Knausgaard examines the cotton to see what it consists of, seeking to uncover
latent meaning behind the chores of life. Even if they are not meaningful in
some way in and of themselves, his approach makes us recognize that the way
we look at them, our attitude toward them, reveals something about ourselves.
It is Knausgaard’s excessive documentation of mundane details that ultimately
move him beyond realism and connects him to the hyper-realism of the super-
realist art movement.
with the reaction of some critics to Knausgaard’s work. “It is peculiarly diffi-
ordinary lived experience and each strives to minimize the gap separating life
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and art. Hanson’s work has been displayed on busy streets and in airports,
and Knausgaard features visual art moments within ordinary settings. In
experiencing their art, our vision slides disturbingly easily back and forth
between life and record. For Hanson, explains critic Kirk Varnedoe, “the
figure must seem to embody life.” “Whole ensembles of personal clothing,”
he continues, are acquired to “incorporate the model’s identities into the
final figure.”38 Using clothing worn by the actual model adds the essence of
personal choice, sweat, and fabric stretch, lending an otherwise unobtainable
authenticity. Socks slipping, trousers taut with stride, stained shirts, rumpled
blouses—each bespeak the kinetic energy of arrested motion—of life paused.
Hanson captures a cast of familiar unidealized “middle or lower-class people”
in the midst of “blue collar service jobs, small business and diner eating,”
all of them “neither grotesque nor picturesque.”39 These are ordinary people
with ordinary jobs: a construction worker at lunch, janitors, athletes, elderly
shoppers, obese tourists in clashing patterns. Their act of simply existing offers
sufficient cause for distilling their likeness.
The figures of both Knausgaard and Hanson inspire uncanny revulsion
and morbid fascination. In his novel, the image of Knausgaard’s father sitting
dead in a chair in the living room occurs several times. “He died in the chair
in the room next door, it’s still there40” remarks Knausgaard during a telephone
conversation. This correlates directly with Hanson’s sculpture Man in Chair
with Beer.41 While not identical, the figure has a compelling visual compan-
ionship with Knausgaard’s description of his alcoholic father’s final years and
moment of death. He writes, “Dad, now fat and bloated, with an enormous
gut drank nonstop. . . . he was fat as a barrel, and even though his skin was
still tanned it had a kind of matte tone, there was a matte membrane cover-
ing him, and with all the hair on his face and head and his messy clothes he
looked like some kind of wild man.”42 The swarthy, ill-kempt figure in stained
white T-shirt of Hanson fluctuates between drunken stupor and death. The
position of sitting, presumably watching television, hovers over the narrow
gap between life and death, a fact Knausgaard comments upon: “That Dad
had been here only three days ago was hard to believe. That he had the same
view three days ago, walked around the same house . . . thought his thoughts
only three days ago was hard to grasp.”43 The essence of life permeates the site
of death to such an extent that, for a time, the protagonist perceives him as
Jif didn’t exist then. Ajax washing powder did though, in a cardboard
container, red, white and blue. . . . It was a green soap. Klorin did
too. . . . There was also a brand called OMO. And there was a packet
of washing powder with a picture of a child holding the identical
packet, and on that, of course, there was a picture of the same boy
holding the same packet, and so on, and so on. . . . I often racked my
brains over mise en abyme, which in principle of course was end-
less and also existed elsewhere, such as in the bathroom mirror by
holding a mirror behind your head so that the images of the mirrors
were projected to and fro while going farther and farther back and
becoming smaller and smaller as far as the eye could see. But what
happened behind what the eye could see? Did the images carry on
getting smaller and smaller?55
This passage addresses the texture of the moment and memory. Engaged in
the task, Knausgaard watches himself scrub and polish for a few moments. As
is natural with laborious mindless tasks, it is not long before mental auto-pilot
kicks in and his mind wanders and, dutifully, he records the thoughts that
wander in, crafting a heightened reality to capture the unedited progression of
his thoughts and making connections prompted by what is in front of him. He
flies above, as Wittgenstein suggests, capturing the ways of his thoughts. The
visitors, which instantly diminishes the separation between art and viewer.
The coffee pot light was on. The extractor hood hummed, the eggs
bubbled and spat . . . Radio blared out the traffic news jingle . . . Kari
Anne [Ygnve’s wife] shuttled back and forth between the table and
cupboards, setting the table. . . . Ygnve slipped the spatula under the
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eggs and transferred them, one by one, onto a broad dish, put it on
the table, beside the bread basket, fetched the pot of coffee, and filled
three cups. . . . I generally drank tea at breakfast and had since I was
fourteen, but I didn’t have the heart to point this out.60
The mundane fanfare of table setting and serving food to a guest who is
also a family member, captures the loosely formal, semi-awkward vibrations
of Knausgaard’s family breakfast. The outwardly solicitous response of accept-
ing the coffee as well as Knausgaard’s privately critical and semi-ungrateful
thoughts renders an ordinary breakfast experience filtered through his interior
perception. He draws out the experience still further including “scour[ing]
the table for salt, but there was none to be found,” followed by the mundane
dialogue requesting “Any salt?” responded to with a clipped “here” by Ygnve’s
wife.61 No detail is deemed too small to include.
It is precisely the inconsequential details of universally familiar exchanges,
such as asking for salt, discussion of sports, and his niece Ylva’s request to sit
by her uncle, that make this breakfast at once recognizable yet specific to
the individuals involved. His description of eggs reveals and observes another
superrealist quality. He writes:
Flipping open the little plastic cap watching the tiny grains sink into
the yellow yolk, barely puncturing the surface, as the butter melted
and seeped into the bread. . . . The fried egg-white was crispy under-
neath, large brownish-black pieces crunched between palate and
tongue as I chewed. . . . I bit into the yolk and it ran, yellow and
lukewarm, into my mouth.62
orbs and toast, this plate of eggs becomes acutely real. As we pause to look at
stand more clearly exposed.”65 Like particles settling in a glass of water, the
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denied us. Knausgaard begins to fill this superrealist gap, gathering the wool of
Once boiled down through interpretation, even the most controversial art can
be rendered quite approachable, provided with handles for gripping it so to
speak. Knausgaard shares Sontag’s concern over the over-intellectualizing and
resultant taming of art. He laments, “the situation we have arrived at now
whereby the props of art no longer have any significance, [and] all the empha-
sis is placed on what the art expresses, in other words, not what it is but what
it thinks. . . . Everything has become intellect, even our bodies, they aren’t
bodies anymore, but ideas of bodies.”71 He decries the conceptual Saran Wrap
that neatly packages and labels the parts of life.
Sontag’s suggestion to leave art alone seems impossible to implement as
looking at art objects is naturally followed by acts of thinking, comparison,
and interpretation. Sontag is not suggesting a halt to artistic contemplation,
however, but rather an end to intellectually buffering art. Rather than dull-
ing down the edge of art with protective interpretive coating, the solution,
both Knausgaard and Sontag find, is to sharpen the edge still further with
hyper realistic art that is so close to life that we must turn toward life to make
sense of it. Sontag corroborates this notion stating, “the aim of all commen-
tary on art now should be to make works of art—and, by analogy, our own
experience—more, rather than less, real to us. The function of criticism should
be to show how it is what it is, even that it is what it is, rather than to show what
it means” (emphasis added).72
Providing art that fulfills Sontag’s demands, Knausgaard’s work strives
to transcend intellectualizing and simply be “what it is.” His work embodies
what Fried explains is literalist art’s preoccupation with “objecthood,”73 in
which objects resist art status and insist upon their preexisting object iden-
tity, forcing every attempt to approach them critically into an endless con-
ceptual loop. Knausgaard insists that the “situation we have arrived at” is
one “whereby the props of art no longer have any meaning, all emphasis is
placed on what the art expresses . . . not what it is but what it thinks, what
ideas it carries.”74 He takes the “unmade bed” of art he complains of and
wheels it out of the museum. Regardless of the lofty ideals we may bring to
bear, explains French novelist Alain Robbe-Grillet, “gestures and objects
will be ‘there’ before being ‘something’. . . and they will still be there after-
ward, hard, unalterable, externally present, mocking their own meaning.”75
Significations we pin upon gestures and objects are tried on like a coat and
disinterested observation of the artist leaves these actions and thoughts the
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way they are, without revising or correcting them; if there are any changes
to be made it is up to us to make decisions and act on them within our own
lived experience. The application of mindedness to the mundane within
Knausgaard demonstrates fruitful results. Tapping into the innate layer of
meditative self-awareness, Knausgaard’s work packs the doldrums of life with
rich content that competes with so-called main events. Superrealism in liter-
ature thus offers new prospects with no set limitations—its success is entirely
dependent upon the voyeuristic patience of readers.
Notes
1. Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being (New York: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 1985),
70–71.
2. Ibid., 70.
3. Wittgenstein philosophy features prominently in Michael Fried’s discussion of
the everyday and of artist Jeff Wall. His discussion of Wittgenstein inspired my
thoughts here, and both are vital components in moving critical analysis of the
presence of the mundane in literature forward. Ludwig Wittgenstein, Culture
and Value, ed. G. H. Von Wright, trans. by Peter Winch (Chicago: University
of Chicago Press, 1977), 6–7e; Michael Fried, “Jeff Wall, Wittgenstein and the
Everyday,” Critical Inquiry 33, no. 3 (Spring 2007): 505–6.
4. Wittgenstein, Culture and Value, 4e.
5. Suzanne Nalbantian, Aesthetic Autobigraphy: From Life to Art in Marcel Proust,
James Joyce, Virginia Woolf, and Anaïs Nin (New York: St. Martin’s Press, 1994),
49–55.
6. Michael Fried cites an interview with photographer Jeff Wall offering an expla-
nation of what he means by “near documentary”: “Although the pictures with
figures are done with the collaboration of the people who appear in them, I want
25. Ibid.
26. Ibid., 35.
27. Ibid., 36.
28. In Super Realism: A Critical Anthology (New York: A Dutton Paperback, 1975),
the introduction by Gregory Battcock and many of the essays included discuss
the evolution and significance of the term realism and new realism. Battcock
lists out the litany of new labels “invented to refer to the new realist style that has
emerged since 1970,” selecting Super Realism for the title of his anthology as it
“aptly describes the hyper-realistic quality of so many of the art works produced.”
Even in this decision, the struggle to define new realism is evident in the use of
the descriptor hyper to qualify super.
29. Joseph Masheck, “Verist Sculpture: Hanson and De Andrea,” in Super Realism, 188.
30. “Duane Hanson,” Saatchi Gallery.com, accessed 4 June 2018, https://www.
saatchigallery.com/artists/duane_hanson.htm.
31. Kim Levin, “The Ersatz Object,” in Super Realism: A Critical Anthology, ed.
Gregory Battcock (New York: A Dutton Paperback, 1975 (originally 1973), 96–110.
32. Masheck, “Verist Sculpture,” 190.
33. Hari Kunzru, “Karl Ove Knausgaard: The Latest Literary Sensation,” Guardian,
7 March 2014, https://www.theguardian.com/books/2014/mar/07/karl-ove-knausg
aard-my-struggle-hari-kunzru.
34. Masheck, “Verist Sculpture,” 188.
35. Ibid., 211.
36. Knausgaard, My Struggle, 19.
37. Other art that presents additional opportunities for comparison with Knausgaard
are the somewhat surrealistic works of Jeff Wall and the large-scale superrealistic
sculptures of Ron Mueck. The life-size scale of Hanson’s sculptures, however,
are more in sync with the sensibility of Knausgaard. Fried provides an excellent
examination of Wall in “Jeff Wall, Wittgenstein, and the Everyday.”
38. Kirk Varnedoe, Duane Hanson (New York: Harry N. Abrams, 1985), 18–21.
39. Varnedoe, Duane Hanson, 11.
40. Knausgaard, My Struggle, 384.
41. Duane Hanson, Man in Chair with Beer, 1973. Yale University Art Gallery, artgallery.
yale.edu, accessed 4 June, 2018. https://artgallery.yale.edu/collections/objects/63937.
42. Knausgaard, My Struggle, 241.
43. Ibid., 382.
44. Duane Hanson, Self Portrait with Model, 1979. Artnet.com, Accessed 4 June, 2018.
http://www.artnet.com/artists/duane-hanson/self-portrait-with-model-uptown-
location-a-F2zLzCqfEX60Qv3RYg7wBg2.
45. Knausgaard, My Struggle, 425–26.
46. Ibid., 396.
47. Ibid., 395.
48. Varnedoe, Duane Hanson, 18.
49. Robert Carleton Hobbs, Duane Hanson—The New Objectivity (Tallahassee:
Florida State University Gallery and Museum, 1991), 22.
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