Anne Rice left The Church, again.

For Twain’s sake, I have never seen more religiously schizophrenic country than THE United States. This country has so many Christian “factions” that I am sure it makes Jesus and his Twelve Dwarfs roll in their graves. And, in my opinion, most of those “churches” fall under the category of “occult”. But for some reason, must be again that schizophrenia, most of the Americans throw all those occults in the bag with a big label “Christianity” and link it to THE Roman Catholic Church. So, of course, what you get now is this slogan “Organized religion is ‘aevil”” and “THE Church is aevil!”. Epic, really.

If there’s a Devil, he must be the architect of the spiritual/religion system in the America. Brilliant. No better weapon to turn people away from God of Israel than all those American occults that call themselves “Christian”.

Now, let me point out that the Catholic Church is surely not saintly and had been struggling with its own demons and its own illogicalities since its beginnings. But we all do know it, don’t we? I don’t agree with the Church’s “policy” on so many things that, at best, I could be called a heretic….at worst, an antichrist. I myself was born in a Catholic family in one of the most Catholic countries, aside Ireland, Poland. I don’t “practice” this religion, nor was I ever forced to attend Sunday masses. I don’t know, maybe that’s the reason, why my eyes go wider and wider when I read about the spiritual life of the Americans. From the outside European perspective, it’s really hilarious and surreal to watch. It seems to me that my uber-Christian country is more secular and laid-back than the so called secular and tolerant America. No one cares, you know. Your belief, your faith IS your private, even somewhat an intimate matter.

You know, I hesitated whether I should voice my opinion on the subject. But, well, to hell with it! If you’re Anne Rice reader, or an ex-reader, or just happened to add her to your Facebook “like” list because you happened to love the Interview with the Vampire film or book, you know that some time ago she announced on her Facebook she left the Church (again) and quitted Christianity. At the same time Mrs. Rice assured everyone she didn’t quit on Jesus. She basically signed herself off The Club, someone could say. My reaction to that was a bit hmm frivolous, so to speak. I couldn’t help but, hmm, smile. I didn’t have a problem with her leaving the Church and choosing something which I call “the quiet and solitary path”, but the thing which amazed me was her public exaltation with it. Now I do understand she’s a public figure, but I can’t understand how “courageous” is it to “quit religion” in a country like the United States? Nobody holds a gun to your head. If you don’t like the Church, you leave it. More, you’re free to criticise it and no one stones you for doing that.

I’d bow to a Muslim woman who’d publicly renounce her religion in – hmm let me think – Iran. And she would have guts to publicly say “I refuse to be anti-gay. I refuse to be anti-feminist. I refuse to be anti-artificial birth control. I refuse to be anti-Democrat. I refuse to be anti-secular humanism. I refuse to be anti-science. I refuse to be anti-life[...] “

I am more than convinced now that religion and faith – of any kind and source – became the device of spiritual masturbation in the country eaten by materialism and consumptionism. The country in which both religion and faith became “a product” mass-produced and chewed like a hamburger without taste.
The same “orgasmic” effect spiced with the notion of “one’s righteous and moral motives” gives the never-ending criticism on the biggest modern Satan ever created – the Catholic Church.

What we’re left with now is the term Christianity which is abused, misused, misread, misunderstood and above all, no one took time to open a book and read its goddamn definition.

Gothique…

Over the years I’ve become unbelievably and annoyingly picky when it comes to the vampire literature. I pick a book in a bookstore, skim through its pages, read a few lines here and a few lines there, and then, usually, I put it down. I can’t be bothered to read it, many of the vampire novels are pale imitations of Rice or Holly Rice. Or they’re like Twilight. It must be said, The XIXth century vampire classics and Rice’s “Chronicals” where the last vampire books which I read from cover to cover. Anything since then has been nothing but… “skimming”, often without finishing. I easily get discouraged if a writer tries to imitate Rice’s style.
Or I if am served something like “Vampire Cowboys”….riddle it for yourselves, “darklings”.

The fact that I can’t stand Rice’s style in Rice’s books anymore does not help much either. I am prejudiced. I am sorry, all you vampire novel writers. All of a sudden, hmm no, some time ago, the Vampire Chronicals became petty and actually infantile to me, or maybe I got older and despite my sentiment for them, I can see their weak points, many of them. Rice castrated Vampire and we should all thank her. Thanks to her, the process of fang-castration continues and flowers like “Twilight” are produced. But the vampire-fans believe she made a vampire “real” and “believable”. Maybe she did. But somewhere in the process of “beatification” and “beautification”, she took away Vampire’s charm, bestiality, mystery, danger, and yes, that sublime dark beauty. Vampire became SO American.
If you’re European, you’ll understand what I am talking about.
Okay, it’s not about the Ricean world.

This post is actually about the vampire book I’ve just finished reading. I can’t say I read it page after page. BUT I read it from cover to cover, so to speak. It’s a book by Kyle Marffin titled “Gothique, A Vampire Novel”. And no, I am not writing a review, just a thought or two.

Despite the fact that I didn’t really get emotionally attached to any of the characters, mortal or immortal, I enjoyed the story, not for its “vampire” quality though. The reason why I really liked it was because it was a pretty good satire on the Gothic subculture and Goths, especially those Goths who dream of being abducted by beautiful vampires and turned. I really did enjoy scenes where such a “Gothic lovely” met her fate and faced her “dream”, and it turned out that THE vampires are nothing like those in Rice’s books. They’re beautiful, maybe, but they are not so fucking – excuse my French – damn “Ricean”, and THAT, was a – excuse my French again – fucking relief! I laughed and felt almost a sadistic pleasure reading how one mortal “sweet dark lovely” character after another was waking up from that Ricean or Britean dream…

This complete surrender to that vampire Ricean fantasy has always irritated me. It was especially seen, and could be probed, on various online role playing boards. I could never understand it, for many reasons. And it’s not a place or time to list all of them. But the main one was, to me, this quick “giving in” . It has always shown the lack of character and that need to be “owned” or “possessed”. And oh dear Twain, when the words like “morality” or “humane” or “humanist” would always come to the spotlight, I always felt like in twilight zone of the twilight zone. Trust me, when an author attempts to dwell in ethics while writing and creating his or her vampire world, it would end up being yet another existentialist novel exploring writer’s fears, questions and doubts. It could have been enough and charming when I was young, but it’s not anymore. What I want now is the book about THE vampire of flesh and blood! I don’t want a blood drinker who spends eternity on questioning his or her existence whether it’s evil or “aevil”, or searching for answers that are somewhat easily found when you pass that annoying age of adolescence filled with self-importance, acid arrogance and erecting rebellion.

Anyway, yes, “Gothique” was entertaining and fed my sadistic fantasies even if only in this literary way. Plus, the characters of Cass and his roomate and friend Colleen, who both ended up being turned into vampires, remind me myself and my dearest Parisian fiend Killian.
Hmm, yes, go and read it.

On Anne Rice, writing and messianism…

There must be balance. And there must be kept a healthy distance and approach towards things in general or they get unbelievably and comically ridiculous. I could never understand extremes – people from both sides of – let’s say – an argument which has been going on since the release of Memnoch the Devil. I’ve been usually a silent observer watching people wrestling either with the books (the last one Blood Canticle in particular), their own emotions concerning the book/s and with the thought that Anne Rice would no longer write about vampires.

On one side you’ve got appearing to be raving-mad self-called Christians-true-Catholics calling The Vampire Chronicles “satanic books” and praising Anne Rice’s “coming back to the light” while on the other side of this barricade you’ve got so called old-readers – who’d jump to anyone’s throat (Anne Rice’s included) to defend “good old” Lestat – and with them old-school Goths throwing meat at Anne Rice and laughing at her –something what may appear – an eccentric change of literary path. Such extreme reactions from both sides are not only ridiculous and infantile, but also show the lack of common sense and with it, the lack of contact with reality; needless to say, they stand for a clear proof that people don’t pay attention to the literary label which all of Anne Rice’s books have – and that is FICTION. Of course love for the books may explain that, in my opinion, violent defense of the characters; but nothing explains idiocy or ignorance or ad-hominem. Both sides lack healthy distance towards (probably themselves and) the books which although may be influencing, they have always been and remain fiction. This and more, my friends, all of us should have in mind when any and each one of us attempt to write a critical essay or simply voice an opinion not only on matter of Rice’s writing but just on anything.

And there’s Anne Rice herself; although I have no difficulty with understanding Anne’s choice – or motives even – of/for changing her literary subject from gothic to catholic, so to speak, I don’t quite understand why Mrs. Rice acts as if everything prior to Christ the Lord was “ the literary shameful incidents” which need to be revised, reinterpreted and explained again in order to fit the new literary and religious route in her life and work. And this is exactly the impression I’ve been getting from her for a long time now – in interviews and messages to fans. It surprises me, it saddens me and leaves me utterly stunned and baffled. As much as I can understand Mrs. Rice’s lack of distance towards matters concerning her religious conversion which probably was/is the main reason of that lively debate she’s been having with fans and critics over the World Wide Web, I can’t understand the lack of mentioned distance towards herself and her writings. It is as if Mrs. Rice was ashamed of her neo-gothic literary “nest egg” which now has no place in her new professional and private life. So it has to be, like I already said, reinterpreted to not cloud or distort the message of “the Christian fiction”.

And here we’re getting closer to the point, I’ve got this feeling that the dangerous line has been crossed – when an author stops being a writer and turns into man with/on serious mission – a crusader. It is toxic, I could risk saying, when fiction using religion and its iconography wants indirectly to be something more than fiction; there’s danger of falling into demagogy, religious indoctrination and devout impotent preaching. Author’s motives may be honest and pure but lack of distance usually spoils the effect. Of course, choosing such dangerous form of rhetoric won’t repel declared believers, but it’s rather highly unlikely it will be accepted by many of old readers or enchant skeptics or those with undecided “religious preference”. It’s not my place to judge the literary quality or value of Anne Rice’s “Christian fiction”, but I believe it would have been taken and understood far better if Mrs. Rice had kept her personal life and religiousness away from her writing. I fear that Anne Rice’s good intentions of trying to speak about “the Word which became flesh” and her personal experience of “faith in ecstasy” fell under the category of indoctrination in this purely American style, or maybe it’s me being a typical central Eastern European born in the post communistic-catholic country and brought up in catholic family thus being completely resistant to basically any form of indoctrination or too flowery and nonchalant talk about somewhat private – if not intimate – matters such as religion and faith. Yes, I am aware that it’s not viewed as intimate to the American people, it explains the popularity of televangelism and everything that comes with it in the USA while here in Poland it’s viewed extremely negatively. “America the country of People who simply believe”, as I read somewhere, it does not matter in what, but they do.The idea of evangelization is completely different in this Slavic corner of Europe.

The Mayfair Witches series and the Vampire Chronicles series stand for a fine example of a neo-gothic literature which enchants people and will continue enchanting, there’s no hidden mission or a a satanic mission as some hard-catholic try to make those books look like. The Christ the Lord series though brought Rice’s fiction to a completely new level, they became a tool of evangelization and religious indoctrination basically because of a heavy personal involvement of Anne Rice herself. If you read some of the comments from new (Christian) Anne Rice readers concerning her New Catholic Fiction, you’ll find declaration of “coming back to the Church”; “feeling HIS presence”; “Anne Rice making Christ so believable” (which is funny really). One may ask if Anne writes just fiction, I believe it’s not just a fiction anymore. I also don’t think it’s necessarily a good thing either. Of course, I have no doubt that her new Christian readers are simply delighted, I remain reserved and skeptical.

Anyway, instead of attempting to proceed further with some psychoanalytical analysis – so commonly performed in quasi biographies or in essays dealing with Anne Rice, her religious conversion and latest books – which could probably give laboured answers to all of my “whys” here, I prefer to pose only questions and wonder, and mourn. This is just a sketch to perhaps a deeper and nice thesis dealing on social psychology and literature and how an author turns from a writer into a preacher and their word becomes “THE word”, or “THE flesh”.

And when I thought that I was on the right Path

I just came to a rather amusing conclusion…that I either I go back to my old habit of writing about art with this sarcastically sharp fang…or I’ll bore myself to death –and kill all of you my potential readers -writing in this [quasi]academic manner.

Insomnia, my friend.

I can’t sleep.  Freezing and melancholic, I can’t stop listening to Lisa Gerrard’s “The Sea Whisperer”. Her voice and music is so beautiful, sad and at the same time comforting. I know that in my current psychological condition I should not be listening to her music.  But.  But my previous attempts of forcing myself to enjoy more cheerful or energetic  musical pieces just fell through. I heard the sounds but at the same time I was deaf to them.

If I could add a visual presentation of this particular piece and my longing of a peace of mind… it would be Arnold Bocklin’s “Villa by the Sea” or “The Island of the Dead”.

Villa by the Sea by Arnold Bocklin

Villa by the Sea by Arnold Bocklin

The Island of the Dead by Arnold Bocklin

The Island of the Dead by Arnold Bocklin

These places appear in my dreams often…

Gods, I should take some rest. There’s a comfort in sleep which I had not known before. When You fall asleep, your mind switch off. There’s some consolation in that, yes..

O wystawie prac w ramach 9 Edycji Konkursu Im. Eugeniusza Gepperta we wrocławskiej BWA – czyli byłam, widziałam, co by tu napisać…

Zjawiskiem niezwykle interesującym i zabawnym jednocześnie jest fakt, że „Rzecz Pospolita Artystyczna” dumnie zwana „ Polską Sztuką Współczesną” pogrywa sobie nie tylko z widzem ale i z samym artystą, zmuszając tego pierwszego do zrozumienia konceptu czyli – używając języka „przeciętnego zjadacza sztuki” – sensu, znaczenia , innymi słowy… „o co tu chodzi”, kryjącego się za przedmiotem, obrazem, instalacją umieszczoną w „Domu Sztuki”.  Zaś tego drugiego – znaczy artystę -  do odnalezienia kontekstu dla swojego „ajdija” czyli „konceptu”.  Owe poszukiwania są niezbędne, ponieważ Sztuka Współczesna, a przynajmniej jej większa część, bez kontekstu nie istnieje…

W tym właśnie miejscu, zdaję sobie sprawę, że jestem w Galerii BWA ze wzrokiem utkwionym w posadzce, na której znajdują się jakieś napisy. Patrzę przed siebie, na szklanych drzwiach i oknach także wymalowano znaki i litery przypominające  lingwistyczne  „wrzuty” lub „wlepy” (obecnie  zwane „muralami”) Nie staram się ich odczytać. Kupuję katalog, do którego młoda dama z uśmiechem dodaje białą torbę z grubego płótna z logiem wystawy. Jako student Historii Sztuki nie płacę za bilet. Wchodzę.

…I widzę: Obrazy ruchome i zastygłe, niby pozbawione ram a jednak jak najbardziej w tych ramach tkwiące. Niezwykłe, wręcz eteryczne i efemeryczne projekcje wideo Nieswoje ciało Anny Wybierały  zostały umieszczone w przestrzeni pogrążonej w mroku. Ciemność potęguje uczucie intymności i ciszy, a zastygnięte w ruchu kobiece sylwetki wyglądają niczym zjawy, zasysające w sobie światło. Muszę przyznać, że przepełniło mnie uczucie błogości a także niezwykłości, gdy tak patrzyłam na owe istoty jakby były z innego świata. Potem otwieram katalog i czytam, że artystka inspirowała się barokowym, rokokowym i wiktoriańskim malarstwem, więc próbuje odnaleźć owe analogie, choćby nawet dalekie, a nie mogąc, wzruszam ramionami i przechodzę dalej. Ciekawa jest propozycja Kordiana Lewandowskiego o nieznośnie długim tytule, który zaprezentował nam serię tzw. digital painting w oryginalnych ramach czyli na ekranie LCD przedstawiającą miedzy innymi popularne w kulturze internetowej webcam shots stylizowane na obrazy. Kto poszedł na wystawę z nadzieją zobaczyć malarstwo tradycyjne, mógł podziwiać propozycje Pawła Dunala. Jego obrazy to mistrzostwo techniki powiązane z frywolnością obranego przez siebie tematu, wizje dużego chłopca, zabawne a przy tym zachwycające malarskim detalem.

Heidegger , 8’27” Katarzyny Skupny to przykład manifestacji Feminizmu w świecie podobno wciąż patriarchalnym. O tym, że jej projekcja wideo ma wymowę feministyczną, widać już na pierwszych kadrach filmu, jednakże aby naprawdę zrozumieć, co artystka miała na myśli, należy zagłębić się w literaturę katalogu, tematykę gender i filozofię. Szczerze powiedziawszy  temat „kobiety uwięzionej w okowach patriarchalnej kultury” jest stary i wyeksploatowany do granic artystycznej możliwości. A kadry przedstawiające malowanie i zdzieranie lakieru z paznokci – jako wyraz niemego i tragicznego sprzeciwu wydają mi się infantylne i męczące. Meczące wydaje się też pewna nachalna obecność języka angielskiego w pracach artystów, jak w przypadku Marcina Kuligowskiego. Jasne jest, że artysta inspirował się ogólnie pojętą współczesną ikonografią amerykańskiej pop-kultury, jednakże  mnie osobiście ciekawi owa zasadność angielszczyzny w tytułach zarówno jego prac jak i Skupny.

Bardzo żałuję, że nie jestem zwykłym widzem, nie obarczonym toną wiedzy z zakresu sztuki, która niejako wymusza na mnie zupełnie inny ogląd wszystkich tych zjawisk, które składają się na to, co nazywamy Sztuką Współczesną. Historykowi Sztuki nie przystoi bowiem powiedzieć, że coś się nie podoba – no chyba, że podeprze się to solidnym kilku- lub kilkudziesięciostronicowym elaboratem, który z racji swej rzecz jasna „akademickości” byłby niestrawny dla każdego czytelnika z poza wąskiego koła ludzi i instytucji zajmujących się badaniem i pisaniem o sztuce. O tym, że sztukę robią artyści, a doświadczać jej mogą ludzie z „jako-tako” wyrobioną wrażliwością artystyczna i estetyczną, wiedzą wszyscy. Innymi słowy, nie każdy może być artystą  jak również nie każdy jest stworzony do rozumienia/odczuwania dzieła sztuki. Jednakże, w ostatnich latach nie mogę oprzeć się wrażeniu, że artyści tworzą głównie dla samych siebie, dla krytyków i historyków sztuki, a ci z kolei piszą o tym ksiązki, które czytają zarówno ci pierwsi jak i drudzy, oraz studenci. Jest rzeczą niemodną a wręcz intelektualnym faux pas, przyznać się, ze Sztuki Współczesnej się nie lubi i nie ma się potrzeby jej rozumienia. Czuję się niejako rozdarta między patrzeniem na owe prace jako historyk sztuki i jako przeciętny widz.  Miło jest więc pójść na wystawę i zobaczyć Malarstwo, nie ważne czy w drewnianych ramach czy też to, na ekranach LCD.  Obrazy ruchome i zastygłe – obiecujące. Wychodzę z BWA mimo wszystko z nadzieją…

Verbum – the Merit of Art in XVII Northern and Central Europe – Laconic Introduction

It was years ago when I dwelled in the world of art of 16th and 17th century Nederlanden painting. It will sound strange, but it’s like witchcraft to me. And now I feel as a wanderer again… Its main purpose was focus on moral education, mostly because it’d been heavily rooted in the tradition of devocio moderna of XIVth and XVth century – the world as the mirror of God’s world full of religious themes and moral lessons, but the same time …the same world was perceived as a vain and empty and illusionary, deceiving place, a theatre stage, dust and smoke, just a dream, just a moment, a short lying picture…

Franciscus Gysbrechts - Vanitas (2d half of the 17th century, Oil on canvas, 115 x 134 cm)

Franciscus Gysbrechts - Vanitas (2d half of the 17th century, Oil on canvas, 115 x 134 cm)

So, it was ethics over aesthetics. Always. It was truly unimportant whether this or that work of art had any sensual effect on a viewer. Truly, painting had no place in Luther’s but especially in Calvin’s concept of world if it had no moral message.
And yet, in this protestant world, where as I said aesthetic aspect of art seemed to have no value, most astonishing pieces of artworks were created – blicks of light, composition, perfection of detail…all of those and more could make you feel dizzy. You – being the man of XXIst century art freak…

Exilium Melancholiae, painting by Bartolomeus Hopfer

Exilium Melancholiae, painting by Bartolomeus Hopfer

But it was not technique or beauty of lines and colours that 16th-17th century people saw, it’s what modern art admirers see nowadays whereas people of those past times, saw and understood the art in verbal way. Art did not exist for art, it existed for God, it was made to serve God. It transmitted transcendental world through the mirror-art into our world. Verbum (and Verbum Dei) was the meritum of Art. Work of art was not seen but read.

What I see…

I’ve always considered myself to be a simple person. And by “simple” I mean “not complicated”. I’ve never felt a need to explain myself or prove anything to anyone, except to those few people whom my selfish self cherished (and still does) so much, and sometimes desired to own even. I know, terrible. But that’s the truth. I’ll never tell you that I want to “own” you. Of course, I usually end up hurting deeply those I keep close to myself, then again, it’s common with all people, so maybe it should not bother me that much. Yet it does.

This fondness of simplicity, in art, in life, in reason, in everything… I’ll try to explain. It probably has a lot to do with my outlook on life which can be pretty much explained by a few rather common words: simplicity is elegance. If your mind is as open as you‘re probably declaring just now in this very moment as you’re reading these lines, you can apply my reasoning to every aspect of human life. It takes the whole human life – as they say – a full life circle to understand that simplicity is peacefulness and quietness and beauty. I realised it a long time ago, but it does not mean anything at this point. It only means, I recognise the Beauty. What is simplicity? It’s ability to see order in chaos or simple forms in most complex ones. This order of which I am talking about is neither control or rules, it’s not categories either. It’s sense and clarity, simple as that. What is wisdom if not the ability to explain most difficult matters in clear and simple words? I hope I’ll be able to do that one day…

Sometimes I feel like Orlando whom Queen Elizabeth said “do not fade, do not get wither”. And she/he didn’t grow old. But it wasn’t the Virgin Queen who said those words to me. It was someone else… You might think me mad but I won’t grow old until I become old and then, die. Oh no, I won’t live like Orlando three hundreds years and change my sex somewhere in the middle. I am saying that I’ll probably grow old within a few days or months someday and die. Then again, someone said to me once “you really never know”. Haha! (Yes, that was precious….moment of blissful drunkenness when everything is clear. You truly feel as if you understood the universe.) True, I don’t. Maybe my unbreakable Will turns me into one of those strange things of Nature. My dream is not immortality though, far from it. <i>Powidok Aukasól Afterimage Nachbild Parhélie Black Body Lasur Prisma Erdschein Alizarin Rose Madder I am</i>

Pierre-August Vafflard "Young holding his dead daughter in arms" 1804


This painting is one of my art “loves”. You can also see a book example of the Romantic ones – both in form and theme. The theme – tells a real story about the English poet named Edward Young struggling with the body of his dead daughter. She being the protestant was deined the burial in the Catholic cemetary… The form – the cold light of the moon, the night, the unrest sky, the haunted face of Young and finally the marble body of his beloved daughter…

On Modern Art, Artworks and Artists…

There’s no one ultimate definition of art, especially in our times. And here I’d like to challenge all those people for whom Art is Art because it’s Art. It makes no sense, doesn’t it? Really? Let’s see. Claiming that art is all about emotion and makes artist an artist because the object he produced, he – the artist called “work of art” is naïve and shows lack of knowledge. It’s result of XIX century aesthetic philosophy. It’s understandable if it’s said by an average Joe passing the gallery, but not by someone who claims they studied art or history of art, or generally someone whose sense of aesthetics is above  the average. Of course,  one does not has to study art or history of art to appreciate good art or scold and criticise  “bad art”.  But it seems, in our culture, many people lack courage and balls (both critics, art historians and art viewers) to publically say that something is just bad when it’s bad.  Where does it come from? They don’t won’t make fools of themselves that they don’t understand this “art”? They don’t want to be against the élite  that dictates trends and promoted this or that artist to the position of  not only a star but a golden eggs giving duck? Probably all of these plus more.

THE HISTORY IN THREE PARAGRAPHS, BECAUSE SADISM OF ART-HISTORIANS HAS NO BOUNDARIES

Now, a little bit of history…  it’s not really strange that definitions of art and artworks are intertwined. It’s rather common knowledge and most people agree with it that art is not for everybody, there are people who are completely immune to either aesthetic or intellectual aspects of  it. Claiming that something is art only if it awakes any sort of emotions or is created from emotions, or when it’s done according to certain technical and aesthetic rules (different in every époque) are incomplete. It’s like putting Easter above Christmas. I may not find something appealing to my personal aesthetic taste but I acknowledge and appreciate its form of aesthetism as well as concept. But to be able to do it, one needs basic knowledge of all those artistic processes and artistic doctrines formed themselves through the century. And this is what The History of Art is, it’s the map of all those artistic doctrines and processes that had its place through the centuries with its objects, “afterimages” and artists. The History of Art basically teaches  about how people perceived Beauty and Ugliness and their roles, what found aesthetically appealing and when it was intellectual or religious, why they created “objects” (which hardly ever had any useful purposes) and why they gave an intellectual or spiritual value to them.  It’s the history, the timeline of the human creative activity and its artefacts. Finally, through the past understanding of Art, and according to the theory of Hegel,  the Art of the History helps to notice certain  artistic culture patterns that can be found in our modern culture. And finally though Hegel’s theory we can , more or less, talk about the “evolution” of Art which wouldn’t have its place because going through the history of Art and its doctrines, “evolution” would be a little too far-fetched observation when we have in mind al those side styles which seemed to develop separately from the mainstream or styles to were continued. (Hmm, in fact the term “continuation” is much more fitting)

Many people tried to “catch” Art and verbalise its definition through either intuition or logic.  This intuitive approach represents Schopenhauer  when he says that Art is the house of contemplation and contemplation is the domain of Art, but it must be noted that he specifically emphasised both the intellectual and sensual experience of Art, Experience or maybe rather pursuit of understanding Art.  B. Croche stands that Art is all about intuition and artist’s tools are expression and emotions as the visual  transfiguration of inner illumination, truth and artist’s vision. There was also J. Conrad for whom Art was the grand Eye and Ear of the World, its purpose is to see and hear, Art should be a reminder, the mirror… and last but not least, the conscience of the world. The modern “sensing” of Art, so to speak, is representing by H. Read form whom the aesthetic experience which is mainly the basis for Art is built on forms and harmonies through selections and searching for an order, escape from chaos, and forms that are pleasing to an eye. According to him Art itself is abstract and sort of condensation,  and Artist is a synthesiser. Artists, while synthesising forms, must choose and select. So, Art discards lesser and chooses better values. <u>And finally, to use Tatarkiewicz’s definition of Art, we could say that Art is the conscious creative human activity and artwork would be the conscious product of man, where most important word would be “conscious”!!!!</u>

In the Ancient Greek and Rome as well as in the Middle Ages, Art was the ability/craft to produce (usually) material objects according to the certain rules and technique ( here you’ve got the latin noun “ars”) but it must be noted that Art was not understood the way we understand this phenomenon now! Art basically was seen as good craft and artist was an artisan! Sculpture as well as Painting were not de facto Art but “physical work” and not the domain of Intellect.  This attitude changed in Renaissance where theoretic works of  artists such as Leonardo and later Alberti basically changed the status of not only Art, by “marrying” it with Poetry, Science and Philosophy,  but Artist as well and changed him from a mere artisan into “a priest of art” and a noble man.  The Model of Ideal Beauty created using math and geometry was very popular in the Ancient times, which had the strong influence of the later Renaissance and Baroque perception of Art, gave birth to the certain canon of female beauty (Venus from Milo for instance) which aftermath is still present in our times, to which we’re enslaved. The History of Art shows that there were  exceptions from this rule such as Gothic Madonnas. This canon was very admired in XVIII century  but dropped later in XIX, it was understood that Beauty does not only lie in the Classic Aesthetic Canon. It was then when the idea of aesthetic of Ugliness came to the spotlight, although it was also noticed earlier (works of Hieronymus Bosch for instance). It could be said that, more or less, Art oscillated between emulating Nature and Reality or being the Mirror of these two.

THE PROBLEMS WITH THE MODERN DEFINITION OF ART AND ARTIST.

The radical changes in views on Art had their place in the first decade of XXth century, when the idea that Art is in fact Form itself (free form meaning or purpose, in other words, immanent) – shape (the Idea of Pure Form) started to haunt artists minds. It was no longer important what artwork presented but how it presented as well as it wasn’t important how it was done but what was done. It was the birth of Cubism and later Dadaism, etc. Artists rejected mimetism for totalimagining and creation of abstract things, it can be clearly noticed in works of Modrian, Kandinsky or Malewicz. Art became totally subjective and artist could stylise and manipulate reality to show his own vision of the world or just himself. His main goal became not to express emotions but in fact trigger them by shock or scandal (Artists as a scandalist), and it became also the definition of Art.

Dorota Nieznalska: "Passion", 2002, Gdansk, Progress Gallery.


Eugeniusz Get-Stankiewicz: "Do it yourself", 1986, Wroclaw National Museum.


Another noticeable change in the perception of Art in XXth century was the notion that Good Art should be innovative as well as Art is something that carries Originality within. There’s this human thing called “human individuality” hence each artist wants to be perceived as the creator of new avant-garde, and this is how the cult of artist was born. Paradoxically,  this everlasting chase and search for originality and innovation become boring and  utterly unoriginal in the end.

Studying Modern Art, we can’t determine no more without feeling exhausted what and what’s not work of art. We live in the times where Art subverted itself many times with sometimes good and sometimes bad aftermath. Art mocks Art. Art also turned reality into art and art into reality. We no longer, and maybe don’t want to,  know when it’s art and when it’s just life. The language of symbols used by Art got terribly simplified to the role of mere pictograms and ready-made objects. Modern Art devalued object itself and glorified the very intellectual or emotional (read: creative) process which produced the object. Some art historians as well art lovers don’t consider Modern Art art at all, and it’s an incorrect attitude, so to speak. The first step to understand Modern Art is to stop looking at it or judging it through the past centuries sense of aesthetics and technique standards. It’s hard, because most of universities forcefully put this “glasses of the past” on students’s noses which results in a complete misunderstanding of all sorts of modern artistic attempts that happen around. Needless to say, that our society grew on the notion that all what’s beautiful, eye-pleasing or awakes certain emotions  and put us in awe, is art. Well, I could be cynical and say that looking at cute little puppies puts us in “awe” too.

Modern Art developed its own language which is different to the one from the past, and both art historians and art lovers must learn it if they want to both appreciate art as well be able to distinguish art from nonentity, so to speak. It does not mean of course, that everything produced now is art. It isn’t , like not everything in the past got the status of art piece. This what we lack here now is the code, the language. The revolution that had begun with Duchamp’s Fountain basically dethroned basic artist’s tools such as brushes and paints, canvas, stone or architectural modules. Duchamp’s  revolution allowed artists to use any medium they fancied, beginning with so called “ready made objects”,  through performances to modern visual media such as video or sound… to convey their artistic message. Stll though the message -  and its clarity – expressed in/through the object, also known as “concept” (different though to Renaissance “concetto”), was the gist of it all, the core. If there was no “core”, the object was not art but  just a lavatory seat.  Duchamp opened the door for brilliant ideas (such as Visual Poetry, Concrete Poetry, all First Avangarde styles) but also let all cheap ones in (such As “art works of one season” all those things which main purpose was to rise sensationalism and promote the man rather that its  artist). The question now is, how to distinguish potential, an artist from a hmm, let me use an “economic” term for a new rich,  from an upstart parvenu?

If I were a cynic I’d say, let them draw an academic nude and scenery and lets  see if they can do it. I’ve got much more respect for an artist, who having some sort of solid craft background, <b>consciously</b> choose his/her artistic path rather than someone who feeds on the brilliance of others, or just this modern hunger for sensationalism. Having said that, I also have more respect for an artist who is simply honest with what they do and don’t attach some kind of fake ideology to it without which their art won’t defend itself. And we’ve got plenty of artists of this kind.

The normative definition of art/artwork states that two things determine whether something is considered work of art; their artistic and aesthetic values; The artistic values would be the mastery of craft and technique, also, so called skills (also known as “gift” or “talent”) and  the element of originality/innovation; whether artist copy styles or add some new element to it. The aesthetic values are those of the subjective nature (the relative/subjective definition of art aka “this is art because I, Artist, made it”), if we like the thing or if we don’t. About whether artwork is beautiful or not, anyone can stand, because each one of us have their own perception of what is aesthetically appealing. But if you want to judge the art work  for its artistic values, you’ve got to have the knowledge about it, simple as that. You don’t need to be in some mysterious circles, no grey eminences autocratically proclaim if this or that is art, it’s knowledge and study. It’s same with any discipline and profession.

MODERN ART IS RELIGION AND ARTIST THE MODERN PROMETHEUS OR FALSE PROPHETTHE FALSE NOTION THAT ART/IST IS SACRED AND UNTOUCHABLE  SWEET-DAMNED-HEART

Art is not Sacred Cow and is subjected to criticism, judgement and revising like any other discipline from the group of sciences known proudly as the Human Arts.

The boundaries (not meant in the sense if there’s boundaries of idea or creativity though) of Art in its theoretical sense determine and can give the answer to question what is and what isn’t Art. This question is subjected to be answered by the competent entourage. Another question that arises would be who is competent enough to judge what could be considered work of art while something else would be rejected. The pursuit for an answer is the job for those for whom Art is the subject of study or passion, simple as that; it would be art historians, artists, art critics, marchands, art admires and last but not least, the public opinion as well as Time – the most sever and inevitable critic of all! There’s truth in the saying that if work of art survives the trial of Time, by it I mean, it defends itself better than the opinions of the public or fashion, it gains the status of art-piece and sometimes becomes a cultural icon. If we however state that no one is to judge or determine whether this or that is work of art, and no one but artist can call an object artwork, then we give art the status of religion and artist become an untouchable priest! And this borders with hypocrisy because while Art and Artist reserve the right for themselves to explore and subject all aspects of the human life (such us religion, religious iconography etc) – with no compromise or respect in the name of truth and all those beautiful values – to this “Artistic Judgement” and filter it through the Art’s Eye,  it denies the viewers or critics the same right to criticise Art or its creation. In other words, it’s right for Artists to  have people or the world reflect in their Art mirror, sometimes mocking the reflection, but Art-ist won’t dare to look at their own reflection in the mirror which are the public or art critics. So, yes, I am not afraid to say aloud that this or that is “shit”. I am entitled to it, both as a mere art admirer AND as an art-historian.  Someone has to have the guts to say “The emperor is naked”  when he clearly is!

Looking and Seeing

…are two different things, are they not? By looking at something you can recognise figures or objects. In Art; If you’re familiar with the history, the aspects of culture or iconography, you can recognise the scene. Seeing the Image from the Past is to be able to look at it through the eyes of the Time in which it was created. Seeing such Image is to put off the glasses of XX1st century man.

Now. Look…

Jan van Eyck, Madonna of Chancellor Rolin 1435

What do you see?
I see the impossible. I am the witness of Rolin’s vision… Vision reserved for the mystics, vision – a mystical ecstasy. I see the Unseen. Tell me more stories like that…

Look again…

Hans Memling, Diptych of Maarten Nieuwenhove 1487

What do you see?
Look again…

What do you see? Where are we..inside or outside the vision?
We’re both. It’s happening now forever.

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