“Already in 1958, Nell Blaine was worrying in a journal entry about the rise of ‘the idea of novelty above all’ as well as ‘the love of cruelty and art brut of the Post-Atom 2nd string Dadaists.’ All this, she wrote, ‘has stuck in the craw of many serious artists who may go their own way quietly.’ At least until the end of the 1950s, though, Duchamp’s and [Ad] Reinhardt’s dark, contrarian views were held in check by a gloriously optimistic sense, the sense that [Hans] Hofmann epitomized, that art was organically, dialectically related to the hurly-burly of life–and that art could transcend life. ‘Those with a capacity for life, joie de vivre,’ Blaine observed, ‘will go on in the face of annihilation.'”
Jed Perl, New Art City: Manhattan at Mid-Century