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WELL, it’s really come to this, hasn’t it? Having to defend the very existence of a piece of visual art not against Puritans or Nazis or Southern Fundamentalists or the Taliban but against…. other artists.
The story of how the New York art world has been divided between people who think artist Dana Schutz should be able to paint (and exhibit) a picture of Emmett Till in his coffin, on one hand, and those who don’t just dislike the piece or consider it in poor taste but think it should be removed from the Whitney Biennial and destroyed, locked away, etc, on the other, has already been told. (The argument is that Schutz, a Brooklyn-based painter of about 40 — and a Caucasian — is exploiting a black tragedy.)
This story in Hyperallergic gets into the madness of the whole thing — including the charges led by Hannah Black, a British-born, Berlin-dwelling black artist — better than I can. Of course I get the general argument — that white people have been tourists in and out of black pain for centuries now, often earning money and fame from their exploitation of the blues and various sorts of merchandizing of African-American tragedy.
But to argue that Till, whose mother wanted the world to see his state after he was killed by Mississippi racists, should only be rendered by black artists, and that the offense is so grave that Open Casket should be destroyed, is just nuts. And it’s not the sole incidence of a censorious and intolerant side of the cultural left — a place where I dwell most of the time — which is manna from the heavens for the Fox New crowd.
One angle on this I’d not considered was that this was also a kind of war on abstraction. As Coco Fusco’s Hyperallergic piece argues:
There’s a fundamental misunderstanding at work in damning abstraction by associating it with erasure and irresponsibility. Abstraction, like mimeticism, is an aesthetic language that can be interpreted and used politically in a range of ways. It doesn’t necessarily mean erasure, but it does complicate the connection between perception and intellection—something that deeply thoughtful painters like Gerhard Richter have taken advantage of in order to make us reflect on how photographic images represent history and structure memory. Jacob Lawrence ‘abstracted’ his black figures, not to obscure their humanity but to explore new ways of evoking ethnic identity and communal purpose through color and dynamism.”
Tip of the pen to the Paris Review online for noticing this wrinkle.
And sheesh — how the hell did we get here?
Iskra Johnson says
Thank you. I especially appreciate the notes on the utility of abstraction. I had the great good fortune to study with Lawrence in his last year of teaching at the University of Washington. He and Romare Bearden saw no moral confusion in breaking barriers between abstraction and narrative, and pushing the language of abstraction only strengthened their work.
Two words, “tourist” and “voyeur” are used in contemporary criticism with the same casual yet Molotov effect as “privilege” and “racist.” Any work singed by these terms becomes defined by shame above all other attributes. The more interesting question to me is: how does distance affect the effectiveness of a work of art? Can someone in the heart of conflict and oppression step out of it with enough of a “tourist” gaze to see freshly and send a convincing postcard home? What is the gift and what is the price of distance? Does everything have to condense into the narrow parameters of entitlement and race or can we take a broader view?
Scott Timberg says
Well said