Art On Sunday
For the Herald
Art as an expressionist experience will
never recover from the world post the blowing up of the twin towers and from
the contemporary experience of the war in Iraq lived through the media. Art as a strong expressionist catharsis is
over for the duration, as images that try to reproduce the violent conflicts we
have lived through, that we have seen on a screen, read about, or imagined,
will either fall short or be redundant.
Live drama and melodrama are provided daily
by the ironic and sinister appearances and speeches of international and
national politicians who preach peace as they wage an unnecessary war, who
speak of evil as if they themselves were good, of safety as if they were
careful, of economic stability as if they were concerned with the community
well being rather than with their own economic profit.
What images could translate what happened in Irak and elsewhere without
being redundant? Would we react to art
visual statements that repeat what we have already seen in the newsreel? What
does an artist do to create work that is acknowledged as art and not sociology,
journalistic information or propaganda?
A good contemporary artist translates into
lines and colour, into other media, into vaguely reminiscent iconic language to
suggest and imply rather than to assess.
In good contemporary art assessment is out, as too obviously political,
too explicit, too coarsely invasive and not efficient.
As I write I think of works by Jorge Macchi
and by Gabriel Valansi that refer to tragic situations in elegant undertones.
Macchi’s threaded or woven newspaper cuttings of articles that reported tragic
situations into elliptic minimal wall pieces.
The writing is literally on the wall, but we have to look for it, the
first impression is one of utter beauty, rather than of despair.
Valansi,
a photographer, uses and intervenes the media he has chosen to work with to
illustrate his concerns with war and violence.
In Cosmos, 2000, on the blowing up of the
Amia, “he developed his basic theme […] into an astrological
metaphor. A myriad of planets break away
from a point in space, generating disruptive energy. As we look at it, we cannot grasp the pain
involved, only the beauty of the small round figures breaking away from the
axis. Small planets that look at us from
dark pupils, eyes that witness the danger and the damage, without luring us into obvious and active
despair”.
And this is the
key to tragedy, as in the plays by Sofocles and by Shakespeare, beauty
interwoven with pain to the point in which they interrelate so closely that we
cannot separate them.
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