Des beaux-arts
I am in blood
Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more,
Returning were as tedious as go o’er.
Macbeth, Act 3 scene iv
No one would have understood better than Macbeth the logic of the
inexorable destruction by the art education establishment of artistic tradition, and thereby the /* xin2 */
value of practically all subsequent artistic production. The process must continue, or those who were and are responsible for it must admit their guilt and lose their jobs. Their livelihoods, if not their lives, are at stake. Therefore that establishment must continue to see worth in worthlessness and deep significance in the utterly trivial, and to persuade the public /* 9-970x90 */
that if it does not do likewise the fault lies with its own lack of sophistication and powers of discrimination.
The art education establishment draws aid and comfort from the following quasi-syllogism taken from art history, the kind of vulgate that
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of many of those who teach art, and probably the minds of many critics too. To miss the next Van Gogh! To be quoted in google_ad_height = 90;
the future only as the man or woman who saw nothing in Van Gogh! That fate does not await those who extol art in which subsequent generations take no interest and see no merit. Their vaticinations are merely forgotten google_ad_width = 970;
rather than ridiculed; and it is better to be forgotten
is
now, alas, familiar to every art student:
Van Gogh was not understood in his lifetime and sold not a single painting to the public. Van Gogh was a great painter. His story was typical of art //--> history down the ages. Artists X, Y, and Z are not understood and the public neither appreciates nor buys their work. Therefore artists X, Y, and Z are great artists like Van Gogh.
The errors both empirical and logical in this syllogism hardly need pointing out; but it
than held
up to ridicule. They therefore take Pascal’s bet with regard to current artists, however worthless they
irony and certainly without self-knowledge, ‘one of the last havens of the classical humanities’. The few paintings, In Paris recently I went to see an exhibition of the work
of graduates of the École Nationale Supérieure des Beaux-Arts, selected by a jury for its special merit. Had the process that has turned practically all British art schools into kindergartens for the ambitious but untalented (except in the most fundamental art of our time, self-promotion) occurred across the Channel? Called Possibles d’un monde fragmenté, even the rather curious
syntax of the title aroused my apprehensions – and in a sense I was not to be disappointed. The exhibition was precisely what I thought ‘artists’ insisted on calling their productions, were the fruit of five years’ ‘study’ after having left school, study
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in what no doubt the director would have called ‘the classical humanist tradition’, gave a clear indication
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and therefore whether the director was a true corruptor of youth, it was impossible from these paintings to say; but their minds had been so filled with intellectual junk that the more they thought, the worse things got.The jury claimed modestly that it did not select the 19 félicités among the 87 graduates of the school on any principle, aesthetic or intellectual, other than a coup de coeur occasioned by their works: but what kind of heart could be moved by, for example, a photograph in lurid, vulgar colours of a woman’s finger with painted fingernail pressing on a /* xin-1 */ cancel button of an electric toaster to make two pieces of industrially-sliced toasted bread pop up? Indeed, if such a work could occasion a coup de coeur, what must the emotional content be of the work of the 68 graduates not selected for special approbation?
That it should come to this in a city as richly saturated with art as any in the world! Could there have been more eloquent testimony to our civilizational exhaustion, at least as far
as fine art is concerned, than this exhibition of the félicités of the Beaux-Arts? Surrounded by incomparable artistic wealth, QQ：99362012
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produced the kind of grubby and depressing bric-à-brac that any reasonably conscientious femme de ménage would feel ashamed not to clear away or at least to cover up when visitors were expected. O originality, what crimes are committed in thy name!
Not that the young artists are free of ideas, far from it,
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alas. Their brains are fairly buzzing with ideas, or rather with the simulacra of ideas. There are interviews with them in the catalogue that accompany the illustrations of their work, conducted by art critics who speak a kind of portentous hermetic language: ‘How does your approach fit in with the inheritance of the institutional critique of the 1960s and 70s, which aimed to critique the authority systems of contemporary art?’ or ‘The recurring problematic of these pieces is spatio-temporality and the notion of outer limits.’Notwithstanding the ‘problematic of spatio-temporality,’ the cultural references of the artists seem rather restricted in time, the 1960s being almost prehistoric for them, of the same era, more or less, as the Lascaux cave paintings. And many of them seem //--> to suffer from science-envy, as
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if art were of no real social, intellectual or cultural significance nowadays, the action, as it were, being nowadays all in science and technology. (It does not occur to them that their own activities help to make this self-fulfilling.) Hence they often refer to their studios as ‘laboratories’ and their activities as ‘experiments’, using the words in the true scientific sense and not as mere metaphors. They call their jottings about possible future work ‘research notebooks’. Several of them claim to be very interested in sciences such as geology, biology and astrophysics, as if charcoaling a big black circle on a map of the stars to represent a black hole was evidence of serious interest rather than of intellectual frivolity. Whenever one of these artists uses an expression such as ‘I am interested in…’ or ‘I am fascinated by…’ you know通过金名网(4.cn) 中介交易
that something shallow or opaque is about to follow. Here is what an artist had to say about his ‘project’, which seemed to consist of cheap wooden trestles and frames with polythene stretched-
in them, all to the sound of a src="//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js">
dreary voice recording:
- TEL：I53-4325-4I43 that haunted me as I conceived the project was how to position the recording instruments as well as objects stemming from the exploitation of an google_ad_height = 90; intimate space. The space that attracted me most at the Palais des Beaux-Arts was the second floor balcony. I’d like
The issue Reading this, I felt almost sorry for the young artist so
to set up two modified periscopes through which a few objects installed on the ceiling could be observed. I’d also like to build a small ambulatory space, 1.65 meter high – which is
to google_ad_client = "ca-pub-3967079123942817";
say 
my own height – which could be used as a partition, an installation and a space where I could share with visitors.
