October 27, 2017
It’s next time again.
Lately I’ve been struck by the life-changing power of what some might call dangerous ideas. In reading a superb biography of the ideas of Emerson I learned that he was born in 1803 right near the Downtown Crossing subway stop. Every time I walk those streets I think about Emerson and the enormous breadth of his largely self-taught education. It’s inspiring. Turns out Emerson’s older brother, William, who had plans to join the priesthood, decided in 1823 to study Theology in Germany. There, he encountered some of these dangerous ideas and not only did he question his faith but he gave up his plans and returned home “demoralized.” Robert Richardson explains, “his intellectual interests and ambitions had been permanently numbed by his experience in Germany.” What on earth? Ideas so radical that reading some of the (then new) German philosophers completely transformed his life? I find this astonishing and am trying to imagine what ideas in our modern world could have such an impact? The only thing that comes to mind is like something out of Sci-Fi movie with positive proof of intelligent life in the universe beyond our own.
The dangerous ideas Emerson’s brother encountered can likely be traced back to that metaphysical troublemaker Immanuel Kant. His Critique of Pure Reason published in 1781 exploded like a cultural fragmentation grenade and the treacherous splinters of logic and rationality went everywhere. Just as forensic experts can trace explosive “signatures” in a bomb blast, we are still pulling out impacted pieces of Kant-inspired shrapnel in music, literature, politics, religion and for the subject of this discussion – art. Seems like everything I pick up these days traces itself back to Kant and I’ll probably investigate him further down the road but, for now, he seems to be at the core of one of recent art’s most influential and dangerous ideas. It seems innocent enough and it is such a cliché now you can’t even see its original audacity. It is that deceptively harmless phrase, Art for art’s sake. Could such a nonsense phrase have any impact at all? How can such an innocuous sentence with its silly repetitive logic mean anything? And why in the world would it be important to anyone, let alone dangerous?
I started down this path after looking at art at this year’s Venice Biennale which centered around the concept of what is known in the art world as “Social Practice.” This is art with a purpose, usually some higher charitable ideal, and I wanted to know why I considered such art somehow “less than” art which does nothing at all. (For more see the TELOS Blog: Bookending the Biennale.)
For the record here is some of what Kant had to say about beauty and aesthetics:
“Flowers are free beauties of nature ….. Many birds (the parrot, the humming-bird, the bird of paradise), and a number of crustacea, are self-subsisting beauties which are not appurtenant to any object defined with respect to its end, but please freely and on their own account. So designs a la grecque, foliage for framework or on wall-papers, &c., have no intrinsic meaning; they represent nothing – no Object under a definite concept – and are free beauties. We may also rank in the same class what in music are called fantasias (without a theme), and indeed, all music that is not set to words.
– Kant, Critique of Pure Reason, §16
Kant’s process is probably more significant than these actual words. It’s hard to imagine how powerful these ideas must have been when they were new. I thought these ideas about the nature of beauty and art being free of purpose were much older. This just shows how we take stuff for granted. What do I mean? I listened to a lecture about the history of mathematics the other day and another one of these dangerous ideas popped up that knocked me flat. I knew the number zero was a red hot lightning rod but I had not even considered what math must of been like before the concept of negative numbers? They were conceived first in China and then in India, but I learned there were all sorts of mathematical systems that did not use them at all! I realized I find it impossible to even imagine a math that makes any sense at all without them. I can’t do it. You can chalk negative numbers up along with the abolition of slavery, women’s suffrage, and photography as ideas and inventions which are so integral to the way I think that it is really hard to imagine what the world was like without them?
Art for art’s sake, it turns out, is another one. In French, the original phrase is L’art pour l’art. It was obvious to me from some of the comments and letters I got in reaction to the Blog about the recent Biennale that most of the people I know accept Art for art’s Sake as gospel and to think otherwise is maddeningly difficult to do. It is one of those hackneyed ideas we don’t even see anymore but it is a window through which many of us see art these days and even if it is largely transparent and barely visible it still filters what we see. Look, there it is plain as day on the golden frame encircling the MGM lion, Ars Gratia Artis, the latin version of Art for art’s Sake. We are so anxious for the lion to roar and the movie to start we don’t even see it anymore. But where did this idea come from and what does that little phrase in Latin or French or English actually mean?
Turns out, it is not old at all. It is a relatively modern idea that springs most vividly to life in the Victorian era. Part of the reason we take it for granted is that it was hugely influential. To research this term you quickly bump into a Who’s Who of eighteenth and nineteenth century art, poetry, literature and philosophy and metaphysics including Immanuel Kant, Benjamin Constant, Charles Baudelaire, Algernon Swinburne, Théophile Gautier, William Blake, Victor Hugo, Walter Pater, James MacNeil Whistler, Walter Benjamin and even Edgar Allen Poe.
The early history of the idea gets credited to many but perhaps first and most clearly to the French painter and critic Benjamin Constant around 1804 when he paradoxically writes in his journal about a recent conversation concerning the ideas of the German philosophers. Constant writes, “Art for art’s sake, with no purpose, for any purpose perverts art. But art achieves a purpose which is not its own.” (The emphasis is mine.)
The ideas get picked up by many but perhaps most influentially by Poe around 1850 when a posthumous essay of one of his lectures is published. The Poetic Principle brings the idea back to life for a new generation. How ironic the author of The Raven makes such an influential statement from the grave.
Poe’s essay gets translated into French by Baudelaire (who adds plenty of his own commentary) and then Swinburne translates the Baudelaire back into English. It is sort of a marvelous Victorian game of telephone and the details each of these great minds add to the developing story are fascinating.
Interesting to consider that the mid-nineteenth century idea of art for art’s sake is first applied to the written word. Victorian notions of visual arts presumed paintings could be “read” as stories. As British Art Historian Elizabeth Prettejohn explains, “much visual art of the period aspired to the condition of literature. The subject of a picture, a genre well suited to literary tastes, was brought to perfection by artists eager to satisfy the unprecedented demand for works of art with engaging story lines; if legibly rendered, painted images could convey meaning as precisely as sentences printed plainly on the page.”
If the vanguard of literature and poetry could be unfettered from the need for purpose, painting would not be far behind. Poe clearly wanted to extend or extinguish any limitations, even those already relaxed by “poetic license.” Here is Poe’s version of this dangerous idea published posthumously in 1850:
It has been assumed, tacitly and avowedly, directly and indirectly, that the ultimate object of all Poetry is Truth. Every poem, it is said, should inculcate a moral; and by this moral is the poetical merit of the work to be adjudged. We Americans especially have patronized this happy idea; and we Bostonians, very especially, have developed it in full. We have taken it into our heads that to write a poem simply for the poem’s sake, and to acknowledge such to have been our design, would be to confess ourselves radically wanting in the true poetic dignity and force: — but the simple fact is, that, would we but permit ourselves to look into our own souls, we should immediately there discover that under the sun there neither exists nor can exist any work more thoroughly dignified — more supremely noble than this very poem — this poem per se — this poem which is a poem and nothing more, this poem written solely for the poem’s sake.
–Edgar Allan Poe, The Poetic Principle
What Poe applied to poetry soon found it’s way by logical extension to art in general. Poe (like Kant before him) may not have foreseen the chaos to follow, but that is often the unintended consequences of dangerous ideas.
The dangerous part is to uncouple art from purpose. With this idea art no longer has to perform any moral function. It does not need to uplift or improve or do anything at all. If it does those things, some (like Benjamin Constant) look at it as a “perversion,” others don’t seem to care but the point is, it is no longer required. Please take away your morality and while you’re at it, we don’t really need that narrative story any more do we? You can leave behind the politics that goes along with the patronage. Please leave out the religion. Ok, while you are at it why not take out that need for representation? Who needs it? After all, we now have photography for that. Accuracy of representation is no longer the point. In Matisse’s famous phrase, “It’s not a woman it is a painting” (meaning I don’t care if you think it looks like a woman – that is no longer my artistic purpose). If I’m the artist this is pretty liberating (and pretty scary). I no longer even have to paint stuff which looks like stuff, I can paint any damn thing I want!
As Elizabeth Prettejohn explains, in her introduction to her well-written Art for Art’s Sake, Aestheticism in Victorian Painting, “…Now, just as in the Victorian period art for art’s sake forces us to confront the possibility that the aesthetic – or in Colvin’s word ‘beauty’ – may not be reducible to the politically correct, to the morally worthy, or even the historically provable.”
I apologize in advance for this definition from Wikipedia but I haven’t found any concise definition of art for art’s sake than this hugely provocative entry:
“Art for art’s sake” is the usual English rendering of a French slogan from the early 19th century, “l’art pour l’art“, and expresses a philosophy that the intrinsic value of art, and the only “true” art, is divorced from any didactic, moral, or utilitarian function. Such works are sometimes described as “autotelic”, from the Greek autoteles, “complete in itself”, a concept that has been expanded to embrace “inner-directed” or “self-motivated” human beings.”
What I like here is two things. The first is the Greek reference since TELOS comes into play with the idea of “auto-telic” but more to the point is the wonderful value judgement. The art is qualified. We have true art (and one assumes false art). Art that is free of moral function (or divorced from those constraining principles like Poe’s “Truth”, or religion, or narrative, or politics or certainly “social practice”) is held up as better art than art that does something. Perhaps more than that, art which does anything. Art connected to any ulterior motive is called out as simply not as good. Stop the press! This is another part of what I mean by dangerous. With this criteria in play does it means that Duccio, Poussin, or Botticelli (or you can insert any of your favorite artists before say 1800) are “less than” artists who do not tie their art to a moral, religious, or philosophical agenda?
Prettejohn explains, “The argument, then is not that the work of art must be devoid of moral implications, but rather that it must not aim at, or deliver, a particular moral result.” So much for “Social Practice.” Art historians love to carve out enclaves for themselves and Prettejohn seems to me to be on very fertile soil when she points to art for art’s sake as a hidden well spring on this intellectual territory for the ideas of modernism. She further explains, “This begins to suggest a more positive account of art than the appeal to ‘perfect workmanship’: art is something that, uniquely among the things that human beings do, enacts its value in the here and now, without reference to past causes or future effects.”
As always, the social context is vital. This debate is playing out in the United States, France and England in Victorian times where censorship in greater or lesser degrees is defining what artists can and cannot do. The divorce of morality from art is a big deal, a dangerous course, and the consequences for society in general and for the artist in specific are severe. Remember, this is a time when what you did in your boudoir or created in your studio could put you in jail.
Prettejohn ties the concept tightly to the Aesthetic Movement in England. The ideas finally boil over in a famous court case in 1878. An important arbiter of taste, John Ruskin, becomes outraged (in a self published publication that was sort of like a nineteenth century Blog) by a new painting of James McNeill Whistler. Ruskin famously writes, ‘I have seen, and heard, much of Cockney impudence before now; but never expected to hear a coxcomb ask two hundred guineas for flinging a pot of paint in the public’s face.’ Whistler sued him for libel and – as Linda Merrill says so succinctly in her subtitle to her excellent book, Pot of Paint – aesthetics went on trial.
She explains, “Whistler’s falling rocket was a modern, urban, sensational, ephemeral, indescribable spectacle – a vision of beauty without a trace of moral meaning, a model of art for art sake.”
The trial is fascinating although Ruskin unfortunately is too infirm to testify. His lawyers, under his direction, bring in a painting by the 16th Century master Titian, as an example for the jury of what true art is supposed to be. Ironically, the Titian portrait (one of Ruskin’s prize possessions) is years later discovered to be by someone else. So much for “Truth.” After all the testimony and absurd comparisons and gossipy press reports the jury splits the difference. They find Ruskin guilty of slander but only award damages to Whistler of one farthing. Whistler had proved his point but the quarrel had little value in the commercial sense.
One wonders what Ruskin, Whistler or the jury would have thought if they could have seen Jackson Pollock literally flinging his pots of of paint just seventy years later? Do dangerous ideas ultimately have any value? Just imagine how they would have felt to learn those canvases are now worth (not just the outrageous 200 guineas for Whistler’s infamous painting) but rather hundreds of millions of dollars.
Until next time, with much love I remain your,