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Sunday, January 30, 2011

Nobel Prize in Literature

den som inom litteraturen har producerat det utmärktaste i idealisk riktning

Alfred Nobel: "in the field of literature the most outstanding work in an ideal direction"


The Nobel Prize in Literature awarded for Outstanding contributions in Literature

2010 Варгас Льоса, Марио

2009 Мюллер, Герта

2008 Жан-Мари Гюстав Леклезио
2007 Дорис Лессинг
2006 Орхан Памук
2005 Гарольд Пинтер
2004 Эльфрида Елинек
2003 Джон Максвелл Кутзее
2002 Имре Кертес
2001 Видиадхар Сураджпрасад Найпол
2000 Гао Синьцзян
1999 Гюнтер Грасс
1998 Жозе Сарамаго
1997 Дарио Фо
1996 Вислава Шимборска
1995 Шеймус Хини
1994 Кэнзабуро Оэ
1993 Тони Моррисон
1992 Дерек Уолкотт
1991 Надин Гордимер
1990 Октавио Пас
1989 Камило Хосе Села
1988 Нагиб Махфуз
1987 Иосиф Бродский
1986 Воле Шоинка
1985 Клод Симон
1984 Ярослав Сейферт
1983 Уильям Голдинг
1982 Габриэль Гарсия Маркес
1981 Элиас Канетти
1980 Чеслав Милош
1979 Одисеас Элитис
1978 Исаак Башевис Зингер
1977 Висенте Алейксандре
1976 Сол Беллоу
1975 Эудженио Монтале
1974 Эйвинд Йонсон
1974 Харри Мартинсон
1973 Патрик Виктор Мартиндейл Уайт
1972 Генрих Белль
1971 Пабло Неруда
1970 Александр Исаевич Солженицын
1969 Сэмюэл Беккет
1968 Ясунари Кавабата
1967 Мигель Астуриас
1966 Шмуэль Йозеф Агнон
1966 Нелли Закс
1965 Михаил Александрович Шолохов
1964 Жан-Поль Сартр
1963 Георгос Сеферис
1962 Джон Стейнбек
1961 Иво Андрич
1960 Сен-Жон Перс
1959 Сальваторе Квазимодо
1958 Борис Леонидович Пастернак
1957 Альбер Камю
1956 Хуан Рамон Хименес
1955 Хальдоур Кильян Лакснесс
1954 Эрнест Миллер Хемингуэй
1953 Уинстон Леонард Спенсер Черчилль
1952 Франсуа Мориак
1951 Пер Фабиан Лагерквист
1950 Бертран Рассел
1949 Уильям Фолкнер
1948 Томас Стернз Элиот
1947 Андре Жид
1946 Герман Гессе
1945 Габриела Мистраль
1944 Йоханнес Йенсен
1939 Франс Эмиль Силланпя
1938 Перл Бак
1937 Роже Мартен Дю Гар
1936 Юджин ОНил
1934 Луиджи Пиранделло
1933 Иван Алексеевич Бунин
1932 Джон Голсуорси
1931 Эрик Карлфельдт
1930 Синклер Льюис
1929 Томас Манн
1928 Сигрид Унсет
1927 Анри Бергсон
1926 Грация Деледда
1925 Джордж Бернард Шоу
1924 Владислав Станислав Реймонт
1923 Уильям Батлер Йитс
1922 Хасинто Бенавенте - И - Мартинес
1921 Анатоль Франс
1920 Кнут Гамсун
1919 Карл Фридрих Георг Шпиттелер
1917 Хенрик Понтоппидан
1917 Карл Адольф Гьеллеруп
1916 Карл Густав Вернер фон Хейденстам
1915 Ромен Роллан
1913 Рабиндранат Тагор
1912 Герхардт Гауптман
1911 Морис Метерлинк
1910 Пауль Йоханн Людвиг фон Хейзе
1909 Сельма Лагерлеф
1908 Рудольф Кристоф Эйкен
1907 Джозеф Редьярд Киплинг
1906 Джозуэ Кардуччи
1905 Генрик Сенкевич
1904 Хосе Мария Вальдо Эчегарай - И - Эйсагирре
1904 Фредерик Мистраль
1903 Бьернстерне Мартиниус Бьернсон
1902 Теодор Моммзен
1901 Рене Сюлли-Прюдом

Monday, January 17, 2011

A Hunger Artist


Franz Kafka

During these last decades the interest in professional fasting has markedly diminished. It used to pay very well to stage such great performances under one’s own management, but today that is quite impossible.

We live in a different world now. At one time the whole town took a lively interest in the hunger artist; from day to day of his fast the excitement mounted; everybody wanted to see him at least once a day; there were people who bought season tickets for the last few days and sat from morning till night in front of his small barred cage; even in the nighttime there were visiting hours, when the whole effect was heightened by torch flares; on fine days the cage was set out in the open air, and then it was the children’s special treat to see the hunger artist; for their elders he was often just a joke that happened to be in fashion, butthe children stood openmouthed, holding each other’s hands for greater security, marveling at him as hesat there pallid in black tights, with his ribs sticking out so prominently, not even on a seat but dow among straw on the ground, sometimes giving a courteous nod, answering questions with a constrained smile, or perhaps stretching an arm through the bars so that one might feel how thin it was, and then again withdrawing deep into himself, paying no attention to anyone or anything, not even to the all-important striking of the clock that was the only piece of furniture in his cage, but merely staring into vacancy with half-shut eyes, now and then taking a sip from a tiny glass of water to moisten his lips. Besides casual onlookers there were also relays of permanent watchers selected by the public, usually butchers, strangely enough, and it was their task to watch the hunger artist day and night, three of themat a time, in case he should have some secret recourse to nourishment. This was nothing but a formality, instigated to reassure the masses, for the initiates knew well enough that during his fast the artist would never in any circumstances, not even under forcible compulsion, swallow the smallest morsel of food; the honor of his profession forbade it. Not every watcher, of course, was capable of understanding this, there were often groups of night watchers who were very lax in carrying out their duties and deliberately huddled together in a retired corner to play cards with great absorption, obviously intending to give the hunger artist the chance of a little refreshment, which they supposed he would draw from some private hoard. Nothing annoyed the artist more than these watchers; they made him miserable; they made his fast seem unendurable; sometimes he mastered his feebleness sufficiently to sing during their watch for as long as he could keep going, to show them how unjust their suspicions were. But that was of little use; they only wondered at his cleverness in being able to fill his mouth even while singing. Much more to his taste were the watchers who sat close up to the bars, who were not content with the dim night lighting of the hall but focused him in the full glare of the electric pocket torch given them by the impresario. The harsh light did not trouble him at all, in any case he could never sleep properly, and he could always drowse a little, whatever the light, at any hour, even when the hall was thronged with noisy onlookers. He was quite happy at the prospect of spending a sleepless night with such watchers; he was ready to exchange jokes with them, to tell them stories out of his nomadic life, anything at all to keep them awake and demonstrate to them again that he had no eatables in his cage and that he was fasting as not one of them could fast. But his happiest moment was when the morning came and an enormous breakfast was brought for them, at his expense, on which they flung themselves with the keen appetite of healthy men after a weary night of wakefulness. Of course there were people who argued that this breakfast was an unfair attempt to bribe the watchers, but that was going rather too far, and when they were invited to take on a night’s vigil without a breakfast, merely for the sake of the cause, they made themselves scarce, although they stuck stubbornly to their suspicions. Such suspicions, anyhow, were a necessary accompaniment to the profession of fasting. No one could possibly watch the hunger artist continuously, day and night, and so no one could produce first-hanD evidence that the fast had really been rigorous and continuous; only the artist himself could know that, he was therefore bound to be the sole completely satisfied spectator of his own fast. Yet for other reasons he was never satisfied; it was not perhaps mere fasting that had brought him to such skeleton thinness that many people had regretfully to keep away from his exhibitions, because the sight of him was too much for them, perhaps it was dissatisfaction with himself that had worn him down. For he alone knew, what no other initiate knew, how easy it was to fast. It was the easiest thing in the world. He made no secret of this, yet people did not believe him, at best they set him down as modest, most of them, however, thought he was out for publicity or else was some kind of cheat who found it easy to fast because he had discovered a way of making it easy, and then had the impudence to admit the fact, more or less. He had to put up with all that, and in the course of time had got used to it, but his inner dissatisfaction always rankled, and never yet, after any term of fasting—this must be granted to his credit—had he left the cage of his ownfree will. The longest period of fasting was fixed by his impresario at forty days, beyond that term he was not allowed to go, not even in great cities, and there was good reason for it, too. Experience had proven that for about forty days the interest of the public could be stimulated by a steadily increasing pressure of advertisement, but after that the town began to lose interest, sympathetic support began notably to fall off; there were of course local variations as between one town and another or one country and another, but as a general rule forty days marked the limit. So on the fortieth day the flower-bedecked cage was opened, enthusiastic spectators filled the hall, a military band played, two doctors entered the cage to measure the results of the fast, which were announced through a megaphone, and finally two young ladies appeared, blissful at having been selected for the honor, to help the hunger artist down the few steps leading to a small table on which was spread a carefully chosen invalid repast. And at this very moment the artist always turned stubborn. True, he would entrust his bony arms to the outstretched helping hands of the ladies bending over him, but stand up he would not. Why stop fasting at this particular moment, after forty days of it? He had held out for a long time, an illimitably long time, why stop now, when he was in his best fasting form, or rather, not yet quite in is bet fasting form? Why should he be cheated of the fame he would get for fasting longer, for being not only the record hunger artist of all time, which presumably he was already, but for beating his own record by a performance beyond human imagination, since he felt that there were no limits to his capacity for fasting? His public pretended to admire him so much, why should it have so little patience with him; if he could endure fasting longer, why shouldn’t the public endure it? Besides, he was tired, he was comfortable sitting in the straw, and now he was supposed to lift himself to his full height and go down to a meal the very thought of which gave him a nausea that only the presence of the ladies kept him from betraying, and even that with an effort. And he looked up into the eyes of the ladies who were apparently so friendly and in reality so cruel, and shook his head, which felt too heavy on its strengthless neck. But then there happened again what always happened. The impresario came forward, without a word—for the band made speech impossible—lifted his arms in the air above the artist, as if inviting Heaven to look down upon this creature here in the straw, this suffering martyr, which indeed he was, although in quite another sense; grasped him around the emaciated waist, with exaggerated caution, so that the frail condition he was in might be appreciated; and committed him to the care of the blenching ladies, not without secretly giving him a shaking so that his legs and body tottered and swayed. The artist now submitted completely; his head lolled on his breast as if it had landed there by chance; his body was hollowed out; his legs in a spasm of self-preservation clung close to each other at the knees, yet scraped on the ground as if it were not really solid ground, as if they were only trying to find solid ground; and the whole weight of his body, a featherweight after all, relapsed onto one of the ladies, who, looking around for help and panting a little—this post of honor was not at all what she had expected it to be—first stretched her neck as far as she could to keep her face at least free from contact with the artist, then finding this impossible, and her more fortunate companion not coming to her aid but merely holding extended in her own trembling hand the little bunch of knucklebones that was the artist’s, to the great delight of the spectators burst into tears and had to be replaced by an attendant who had long been stationed in readiness. Then came the food, a little of which the impresario managed to get between the artist’s lips, while he sat in a kind of half-fainting trance, to the accompaniment of cheerful patter designed to distract to public’s attention for the artist’s condition; after that, a toast was drunk to the public, supposedly prompted by a whisper from the artist in the impresario’s ear; the band confirmed it with a mighty flourish, the spectators melted away, and no one had any cause to be dissatisfied with the proceedings, no one except the hunger artist himself, he only, as always. So he lived for many years, with small regular intervals of recuperation, in visible glory, honored by the world, yet in spite of that, troubled in spirit, and all the more troubled because no-one would take his trouble seriously. What comfort could he possibly need? What more could he possibly wish for? And if some good-natured person, feeling sorry for him, tried to console him by pointing out that his melancholy was probably caused by fasting, it could happen, especially when he had been fasting for some time, that he reacted with an outburst of fury and to the general alarm began to shake the bars of his cage like a wild animal. Yet the impresario had a way of punishing these outbreaks which he rather enjoyed putting into operation. He would apologize publicly for the artist’s behaviour, which was only to be excused, he admitted, because of the irritability caused by fasting; a condition hardly to be understood by well-fed people; then by natural transition he went on to mention the artist’s equally incomprehensible boast that he could fast for much longer than he was doing; he praised the high ambition, the good will, the great self-denial undoubtedly implicit in such a statement; and then quite simply countered it by bringing out photographs, which were also on sale to the public, showing the artist on the fortieth day of a fast lying in bed almost dead from exhaustion. This perversion of the truth, familiar to the artist though it was, always unnerved him afresh and proved too much for him. What was a consequence of the premature ending of his fast was here presented as the cause of it! To fight against this lack of understanding, against a whole world of non-understanding, was impossible. Time and again in good faith he stood by the bars listening to the impresario, but as soon as the photographs appeared he always let go and sank with a groan back onto his straw, and the reassured public could once more come close and gaze at him. A few years later when the witnesses of such scenes called them to mind, they often failed to understand themselves at all. For meanwhile the aforementioned change in public interest had set in; it seemed to happen almost overnight; there may have been profound causes for it, but who was going to bother about that; at any rate the pampered hunger artist suddenly found himself deserted on fine day by the amusement-seekers, who went streaming past him to other more-favored attractions. For the last time the impresario hurried him over half Europe to discover whether the old interest might still survive here and there; all in vain; everywhere, as if by secret agreement, a positive revulsion from professional fasting was in evidence. Of course it could not really have sprung up so suddenly as all that, and many premonitory symptoms which had not been sufficiently remarked or suppressed during the rush and glitter of success now came retrospectively to mind, but it was now too late to take any countermeasures. Fasting would surely come into fashion again at some future date, yet that was no comfort for those living in the present. What, then, was the hunger artist to do? He had been applauded by thousands in his time and could hardly come down to showing himself in a street booth at village fairs, and as for adopting another profession, he was not only too old for that but too fanatically devoted to fasting. So he took leave of the impresario, his partner in an unparalleled career, and hired himself to a large circus; in order to spare his own feelings he avoided reading the conditions of his contract. A large circus with its enormous traffic in replacing and recruiting men, animals, and apparatus can always find a use for people at any time, even for a hunger artist, provided of course that he does not ask too much, and in this particular case anyhow it was not only the artist who was taken on but his famous and longknown name as well, indeed considering the peculiar nature of his performance, which was not impaired by advancing age, it could not be objected that here was an artist past his prime, no longer at the height of his professional skill, seeking a refuge in some quiet corner of a circus; on the contrary, the hunger artist averred that he could fast as well as ever, which was entirely credible, he even alleged that if he were allowed to fast as he liked, and this was at once promised him without more ado, he could astound the world by establishing a record never yet achieved, a statement that certainly provoked a smile among the other professionals, since it left out of account the change in public opinion, which the hunger artist in his zeal conveniently forgot. He had not, however, actually lost his sense of the real situation and took it as a matter of course that he and his cage should be stationed, not in the middle of the ring as a main attraction, but outside, near the animal cages, on a site that was after all easily accessible. Large and gaily painted placards made a frame for the cage and announced what was to be seen inside it. When the public came thronging out in the intervals to see the animals, they could hardly avoid passing the hunger artist’s cage and stopping there for a moment, perhaps they might even have stayed longer, had not those pressing behind them behind them in the narrow gangway, who did not understand why they should be held up on their way towards the excitements of the menagerie, made it impossible for anyone to stand gazing for any length of time. And that was the reason why the hunger artist, who had of course been looking forward to these visiting hours as the main achievement of his life, began instead to shrink from them. At first he could hardly wait for the intervals; it was exhilarating to watch the crowds come streaming his way, until only too soon—not even the most obstinate self-deception, clung to almost consciously, could hold out against the fact—the conviction was borne in upon him that these people, most of them, to judge from their actions, again and again, without exception, were all on their way to the menagerie. And the first sight of them from a distance remained the best. For when they reached his cage he was at once deafened by the storm of shouting and abuse that arose from the two contending factions, which renewed themselves continuously, of those who wanted to stop and stare at him—he soon began to dislike them more than the others—not out of real interest but only out of obstinate self-assertiveness, and those who wanted to go straight on to the animals. When the first great rush was past, the stragglers came along, and these, whom nothing could have prevented from stopping to look at him as long as they had breath, raced past with long strides, hardly even glancing at him, in their haste to get to the menagerie in time. And all too rarely did it happen that he had a stroke of luck, when some father of a family fetched up before him with his children, pointed a finger at the hunger artist, and explained at length what the phenomenon meant, telling stories of earlier years when he himself had watched similar but much more thrilling performances, and the children, still rather uncomprehending, since neither inside or outside school had they been sufficiently prepared for this lesson—what did they care about fasting?—yet showed by the brightness of their intent eyes that new and better times might be coming. Perhaps, said the hunger artist to himself, many a time, things would be a little better if his cage were set not quite so near the menagerie. That made it too easy for people to make their choice, to say nothing of what he suffered from the stench of the menagerie, the animals’ restlessness by night, the carrying past of raw lumps of flesh for the beasts of prey, the roaring at feeding times, depressed him continually. But he did not dare to lodge a complaint with the management; after all, he had the animals to thank for the troops of people who passed his cage, among whom there might always be one here and there to take an interest in him, and who could tell where they might seclude him if he called attention to his existence and thereby to the fact that, strictly speaking, he was only an impediment on the way to the menagerie. A small impediment, to be sure, one that grew steadily less. People grew familiar with the strange idea that they could be expected, in times like these, to take an interest in a hunger artist, and with this familiarity the verdict went out against him. He might fast as much as he could, and he did so; but nothing could save him now, people passed him by. Just try to explain to anyone the art of fasting! Anyone who has no feeling for it cannot be made to understand it. The fine placards grew dirty and illegible, they were torn down; the little notice board showing the number of fast days achieved, which at first was changed carefully every day, had long stayed at the same figure, for after the first few weeks even this small task seemed pointless to the staff; and so the artist simply fasted on and on, as he had once dreamed of doing, and it was no trouble to him, just as he had always foretold, but no one counted the days, no one, not even the artist himself, knew what records he was already breaking, and his heart became heavy. And when once in a while some leisurely passer-by stopped, made merry over the old figure on the board and spoke of swindling, that was in its way the stupidest lie ever invented by indifference and inborn malice, since it was not the hunger artist who was cheating, he was working honestly, but the world was cheating him of his reward. Many more days went by, however, and that too came to an end. An overseer’s eye fell on the cage one day and he asked the attendants why this perfectly good cage should be left standing there unused with dirty straw inside it; nobody knew, until one man, helped out by the notice board, remembered about the hunger artist. They poked into the straw with sticks and found him in it. “Are you still fasting?” asked the overseer, “when on earth do you mean to stop?” “Forgive me, everybody,” whispered the hunger artist; only the overseer, who had his ear to the bars, understood him. “Of course,” said the overseer, and tapped his forehead with a finger to let the attendants know what state the man was in, “we forgive you.” “I always wanted you to admire my fasting,” said the hunger artist. “We do admire it,” said the overseer, affably. “But you shouldn’t admire it,” said the hunger artist. “Well then we don’t admire it,” said the overseer, “but why shouldn’t we admire it?” “Because I have to fast, I can’t help it,” said the hunger artist. “What a fellow you are,” said the overseer, “and why can’t you help it?” “Because,” said the hunger artist, lifting his head a little and speaking, with his lips pursed, as if for a kiss, right into the overseer’s ear, so that no syllable might be lost, “because I couldn’t find the food I liked. If I had found it, believe me, I should have made no fuss and stuffed myself like you or anyone else.” These were his last words, but in his dimming eyes remained the firm though no longer proud persuasion that he was still continuing to fast. “Well, clear this out now!” said the overseer, and they buried the hunger artist, straw and all. Into the cage they put a young panther. Even the most insensitive felt it refreshing to see this wild creature leaping around the cage that had so long been dreary. The panther was all right. The food he liked was brought to him without hesitation by the attendants; he seemed not even to miss his freedom; his noble body, furnished almost to the bursting point with all that it needed, seemed to carry freedom around with it too; somewhere in his jaws it seemed to lurk; and the joy of life streamed with such ardent passion from his throat that for the onlookers it was not easy to stand the shock of it. But they braced themselves, crowded around the cage, and did not ever want to move away.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

The World's Top Selling Contemporary Artists

According to the 2008 annual Artprice survey of the global art market, a report which lists the 500 top-selling contemporary artists, based on results from 2,900 auctions between July 2007 and June 2008, artists from Asia - particularly China - are beginning to dominate. For instance, out of the the world's top 20 best-selling modern artists, 13 are Asian, of whom 11 are Chinese. Among the world's most highly sought-after artists are Zhang Xiaogang, Zeng Fanzhi and Yue Minjun. Some experts in avant-garde art see this as a clear indication that within 10 years Asian art will account for a majority of auction sales around the globe.

The Top 10

Out of the top 10 money-making artists the first four are Western: Jeff Koons (b.1955), the celebrated American self-taught sculptor and mixed-media neo-pop artist; Jean-Michel Basquiat (1960-88), the Afro-Caribbean-American painter and ex-graffiti artist; Damien Hirst (b.1965), the British sculptor, mixed media artist noted for his dead shark (The Physical Impossibility of Death in the Mind of Someone Living) and diamond encrusted skull (For the Love of God); Richard Prince (b.1949), the American painter and photographer. But the rest are Asian.

Here is the list of the top 20 most popular artists based on auction records from July 2007 to July 2008, as compiled by Artprice.

1. Jeff Koons (b.1955)

Type of art: sculpture, mixed-media
Nationality: American
Sales at auction (07-08): £69.4 million

2. Jean-Michel Basquiat (1960-88)

Type of art: Painting (graffiti art)
Nationality: American
Sales at auction (07-08): £54.3 million

3. Damien Hirst (b.1965)

Type of art: Sculpture, mixed-media, installation art, winner of Turner Prize.
Leader of Young British Artists, heavily promoted by Charles Saatchi.
Nationality: British
Sales at auction (07-08): £45.8 million.
Note: The survey excludes Hirst's Sept 2008 auction of £100 million.

4. Richard Prince (b.1949)

Type of art: painting, fine art photography
Nationality: American
Sales at auction (07-08): £33 million

5. Zhang Xiaogang (b.1958)

Type of art: Surrealism works, portraiture
Nationality: Chinese (Yunnan)
Sales at auction (07-08): £32.3 million
[Note: Xiaogang was a key exhibitor at the importantexhibition of new Chinese art at the Saatchi Gallery, in 2008]

6. Zeng Fanzhi (b.1964)

Type of art: Figure painting, portraits
Nationality: Chinese (Wuhan)
Sales at auction (07-08): £27.8 million

7. Yue Minjun (b.1962)

Type of art: Expressionist figurative paintings
Nationality: Chinese (Heilongjiang)
Sales at auction (07-08): £27.5 million

8. Takashi Murakami (b.1962)

Type of art: Sculpture, painting, installation
Nationality: Japanese
Sales at auction (07-08): £15.5 million

9. Wang Guangyi (b.1957)

Type of art: Mixed-media, painting
Nationality: Chinese (Heilongjiang)
Sales at auction (07-08): £11.7 million

10. Liu Xiaodong (b.1963)

Type of art: Painting, fine art photography
Nationality: Chinese (Liaoning)
Sales at auction (07-08): £10.5 million

11. Cai Guo-Qiang (b.1957)

Type of artwork: Performance art (explosive events)
Nationality: Chinese
Sales at auction (07-08): £10.1 million

12. Yan Pei-Ming (b.1960)

Type of art: Portraitist
Nationality: Chinese (Shanghai)
Sales at auction (07-08): £9.9 million

13. Chen Yifei (b.1946)

Type of art: Painting
Nationality: Chinese (Zhejing)
Sales at auction (07-08): £9.7 million

14. Fang Lijun (b.1963)

Type of art: Painting
Nationality: Chinese (Hebei)
Sales at auction (07-08): £9.6 million

15. Liu Ye (b.1964)

Type of art: Avant-garde artist
Nationality: Chinese
Sales at auction (07-08): £8.8 million

17. Zhou Chunya (b.1955)

Type of art: Portrait paintings
Nationality: Chinese (Sichuan)
Sales at auction (07-08): £8.3 million

18. Anish Kapoor (b.1954)

Type of art: Abstract art, sculpture, one of Turner Prize Winners.
Nationality: British (born in India)
Sales at auction (07-08): £6.7 million

19. Peter Doig (b.1959)

Type of art: Contemporary landscape pictures
Nationality: British
Sales at auction (07-08): £6.7 million

20. Rudolf Stingel (b.1956)

Type of art: Installation and conceptual art
Nationality: German
Sales at auction (07-08): £6.5 million

Friday, November 19, 2010

Jung's 1932 Article on Picasso


"As a psychiatrist, I almost feel like apologising to the reader for becoming involved in the excitement over Picasso. Had it not been suggested to me from an authoritative quarter, I should probably never have taken up my pen on the subject. It is not that this painter and his strange art seem to me too slight a theme - I have, after all, seriously concerned myself with his literary brother, James Joyce. On the contrary, his problem has my undivided interest, only it appears too wide, too difficult, and too involved for me to hope that I could come anywhere near to covering it fully in a short article. If I venture to voice an opinion on the subject at all, it is with the express reservation that I have nothing to say on the question of Picasso's 'art' but only on its psychology. I shall therefore leave the aesthetic problem to the art critics, and shall restrict myself to the psychology underlying this kind of artistic creativeness.

For almost twenty years, I have occupied myself with the psychology of the pictorial representation of psychic processes, and I am therefore in a position to look at Picasso's pictures from a professional point of view. On the basis of my experience, I can assure the reader that Picasso's psychic problems, so far as they find expression in his work, are strictly analogous to those of my patients. Unfortunately, I cannot offer proof on this point, as the comparative material is known only to a few specialists. My further observations will therefore appear unsupported, and require the reader's good will and imagination.

Non-objective art draws its contents essentially from 'inside.' This 'inside' cannot correspond to consciousness, since consciousness contains images of objects as they are generally seen, and whose appearance must therefore necessarily conform to general expectations. Picasso's object, however, appears different from what is generally expected - so different that it no longer seems to refer to any object of outer experience at all. Taken chronologically, his works show a growing tendency to withdraw from the empirical objects, and an increase in those elements which do not correspond to any outer experience but come from an 'inside' situated behind consciousness - or at least behind that consciousness which, like a universal organ of perception set over and above the five senses, is orientated towards the outer world. Behind consciousness there lies not the absolute void but the unconscious psyche, which affects consciousness from behind and from inside, just as much as the outer world affects it from in front and from outside. Hence those pictorial elements which do not correspond to any 'outside' must originate from 'inside.'

As this 'inside' is invisible and cannot be imagined, even though it can affect consciousness in the most pronounced manner, I induce those of my patients who suffer mainly from the effects of this 'inside' to set them down in pictorial form as best they can. The aim of this method of expression is to make the unconscious contents accessible and so bring them closer to the patient's understanding. The therapeutic effect of this is to prevent a dangerous splitting-off of the unconscious processes from consciousness. In contrast to objective or 'conscious' representations, all pictorial representations of processes and effects in the psychic background are symbolic. They point, in a rough and approximate way, to a meaning that for the time being is unknown. It is, accordingly, altogether impossible to determine anything with any degree of certainty in a single, isolated instance. One only has the feeling of strangeness and of a confusing, incomprehensible jumble. One does not know what is actually meant or what is being represented. The possibility of understanding comes only from a comparative study of many such pictures. Because of their lack of artistic imagination, the pictures of patients are generally clearer and simpler, and therefore easier to understand, than those of modern artists. 

Among patients, two groups may be distinguished: the neurotics and the schizophrenics. The first group produces pictures of a synthetic character, with a pervasive and unified feeling. When they are completely abstract, and therefore lacking the element of feeling, they are at least definitely symmetrical or convey an unmistakable meaning. The second group, on the other hand, produces pictures which immediately reveal their alienation from feeling. At any rate they communicate no unified, harmonious feeling-tone but, rather, contradictory feelings or even a complete lack of feeling. From a purely formal point of view, the main characteristic is one of fragmentation, which expresses itself in the so called 'lines of fracture' - that is, a series of psychic 'faults' (in the geological sense) which run right through the picture. The picture leaves one cold, or disturbs one by its paradoxical, unfeeling, and grotesque unconcern for the beholder. This is the group to which Picasso belongs*.

In spite of the obvious differences between the two groups, their productions have one thing in common: their symbolic content. In both cases the meaning is an implied one, but the neurotic searches for the meaning and for the feeling that corresponds to it, and takes pains to communicate it to the beholder. The schizophrenic hardly ever shows any such inclination; rather, it seems as though he were the victim or this meaning. It is as though he had been overwhelmed and swallowed up by it, and had been dissolved into all those elements which the neurotic at least tries to master. What I said about Joyce holds good for schizophrenic forms of expression too: nothing comes to meet the beholder, everything turns away from him; even an occasional touch of beauty seems only like an inexcusable delay in withdrawal. It is the ugly, the sick, the grotesque, the incomprehensible, the banal that are sought out - not for the purpose of expressing anything, but only in order to obscure; an obscurity, however, which has nothing to conceal, but spreads like a cold fog over desolate moors; the whole thing quite pointless, like a spectacle that can do without a spectator.

With the first group, one can divine what they are trying to express; with the second, what they are unable to express. In both cases, the content is full of secret meaning. A series of images of either kind, whether in drawn or written form, begins as a rule w with the symbol of the Nekyia - the journey to Hades, the descent into the unconscious, and the leave-taking from the upper world. What happens afterwards, though it may still be expressed in the forms and figures of the day-world, gives intimations of a hidden meaning and is therefore symbolic in character. Thus Picasso starts with the still objective pictures of the Blue Period - the blue of night, of moonlight and water, the Tuat-blue of the Egyptian underworld. He dies, and his soul rides on horseback into the beyond. The day-life clings to him, and a woman with a child steps up to him warningly. As the day is woman to him, so is the night; psychologically speaking, they are the light and the dark soul (anima). The dark one sits waiting, expecting him in the blue twilight, and stirring up morbid presentiments. With the change of colour, we enter the underworld. The world of objects is deathstruck, as the horrifying masterpiece of the syphilitic, tubercular, adolescent prostitute makes plain. The motif of the prostitute begins with the entry into the beyond, where he, as a departed soul, encounters a number of others of his kind. When I say 'he,' I mean that personality in Picasso which suffers the underworld fate - the man in him who does not turn towards the day-world, but is fatefully drawn into the dark; who follows not the accepted ideals of goodness and beauty, but the demoniacal attraction of ugliness and evil. It is these antichristian and Luciferian forces that well up in modern man and engender an all-pervading sense of doom, veiling the bright world of day with the mists of Hades, infecting it with deadly decay, and finally, like an earthquake, dissolving it into fragments, fractures, discarded remnants, debris, shreds, and disorganised units. Picasso and his exhibition are a sign of the times, just as much as the twenty-eight thousand people who came to look at his pictures. 

When such a fate befalls a man who belongs to the neurotic, he usually encounters the unconscious in the form of the 'Dark One,' a Kundry of horribly grotesque, primeval ugliness or else of infernal beauty. In Faust's metamorphosis, Gretchen, Helen, Mary, and the abstract 'Eternal Feminine' correspond to the four female figures of the Gnostic underworld, Eve, Helen, Mary, and Sophia. And just as Faust is embroiled in murderous happenings and reappears in changed form, so Picasso changes shape and reappears in the underworld form of the tragic Harlequin - a motif that runs through numerous paintings. It may be remarked in passing that Harlequin is an ancient chthonic god.

The descent into ancient times has been associated ever since Homer's day with the Nekyia. Faust turns back to the crazy primitive world of the witches' sabbath and to a chimerical vision of classical antiquity. Picasso conjures up crude, earthy shapes, grotesque and primitive, and resurrects the soullessness of ancient Pompeii in a cold, glittering light - even Giulio Romano could not have done worse! Seldom or never have I had a patient who did not go back to neolithic art forms or revel in evocations of Dionysian orgies. Harlequin wanders like Faust through all these forms, though sometimes nothing betrays his presence but his wine, his lute, or the bright lozenges of his jester's costume. And what does he learn on his wild journey through man's millennial history? What quintessence will he distil from this accumulation of rubbish and decay, from these half-born or aborted possibilities of form and colour? What symbol will appear as the final cause and meaning of all this. In view of the dazzling versatility of Picasso, one hardly dares to hazard a guess, so for the present I l would rather speak of what I have found in my patients' material. The Nekyia is no aimless and purely destructive fall into the abyss, but a meaningful katabasis eis antron, a descent into the cave of initiation and secret knowledge. The journey through the psychic history of mankind has as its object the restoration of the whole man, by awakening the memories in the blood. The descent to the Mothers enabled Faust to raise up the sinfully whole human being - Paris united with Helen - that homo totus who was forgotten when contemporary man lost himself in one-sidedness. It is he who at all times of upheaval has caused the tremor of the upper world, and always will. This man stands opposed to the man of the present, because he is the one who ever is as he was, whereas the other is what he is only for the moment. With my patients, accordingly, the katabasis and katalysis are followed by a recognition of the bipolarity of human nature and of the necessity of conflicting pairs of opposites. After the symbols of madness experienced during the period of disintegration there follow images which represent the coming together of the opposites: light/dark, above/below, white/black, male/female, etc. In Picasso's latest paintings, the motif of the union of opposites is seen very clearly in their direct juxtaposition. One painting (although traversed by numerous lines of fracture) even contains the conjunction of the light and dark anima. The strident, uncompromising, even brutal colours of the latest period reflect the tendency of the unconscious to master the conflict by violence (colour = feeling). This state of things in the psychic development of a patient is neither the end nor the goal. It represents only a broadening of his outlook, which now embraces the whole of man's moral, bestial, and spiritual nature without as yet shaping it into a living unity. Picasso's drame interieur has developed up to this last point before the denouement. As to the future Picasso, I would rather not try my hand at prophecy, for this inner adventure is a hazardous affair and can lead at any moment to a standstill or to a catastrophic bursting asunder of the conjoined opposites. Harlequin is a tragically ambiguous figure, even though - as the initiated may discern - he already bears on his costume the symbols of the next stage of development. He is indeed the hero who must pass through the perils of Hades, but will he succeed? That is a question I cannot answer. Harlequin gives me the creeps - he is too reminiscent of that 'motley fellow, like a buffoon' in Zarathustra, who jumped over the unsuspecting rope-dancer (another Pagliacci) and thereby brought about his death. Zarathustra then spoke the words that were to prove so horrifyingly true of Nietzsche himself: 'Your soul will be dead even sooner than your body: fear nothing more l' Who the buffoon is, is made plain as he cries out to the rope-dancer, his weaker alter ego: 'To one better than yourself you bar the way' He is the greater personality who bursts the shell, and this shell is sometimes - the brain."

*(Jung added the following note in a 1934 version.)

"By this I do not mean that anyone who belongs to these two groups suffers from either neurosis or schizophrenia. Such a classification merely means that in the one case a psychic disturbance will probably result in ordinary neurotic symptoms, while in the other it will produce schizoid symptoms. In the case under discussion, the designation 'schizophrenic' does not, therefore, signify a diagnosis of the mental illness schizophrenia, but merely refers to a disposition or habitus on the basis of which a serious psychological disturbance could produce schizophrenia. Hence I regard neither Picasso nor Joyce as psychotics, but count them among a large number of people whose habitus it is to react to a profound psychic disturbance not with an ordinary psychoneurosis but with a schizoid syndrome. As the above statement has given rise to some misunderstanding, I have considered it necessary to add this psychiatric explanation."

Friday, October 1, 2010


 Center of Contemporary Art - Tbilisi 

თანამედროვე ხელოვნების ცენტრი - თბილისი


WALTER BENJAMIN “The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction” (1936)

[... ] Around 1900 technical reproduction had reached a standard that not only permitted it to
reproduce all transmitted works of art and thus to cause the must profound change in their impact
upon the public; it also had captured a place of its own among the artistic processes. For the
study of this standard nothing is more revealing than the nature of the repercussions that these
two different manifestations—the reproduction of works of art and the art of the film have had
on art in its traditional form.
Even the most perfect reproduction of a work of art is lacking in one element: its
presence in time and space, its unique existence at the place where it happens to be. This
unique existence of the work of art determined the history to which it was subject throughout
the time of its existence. This includes the changes which it may have suffered in physical
condition over the years as well as the various changes in its ownership. The traces of the
first can be revealed only by chemical or physical analyses which it is impossible to perform
on a reproduction; changes of ownership are subject to a tradition which must be traced from
the situation of the original.
The presence of the original is the prerequisite to the concept of authenticity.
Chemical analyses of the patina of a bronze can help to establish this, as does file proof that
a given manuscript of the Middle Ages stems from an archive of the fifteenth century. The
whole sphere of authenticity is outside technical—and, of course, not only technical—
reproducibility. Confronted with its manual reproduction, which was usually branded as a
forgery, the original preserved all its authority; not so vis-à-vis technical reproduction. The
reason is twofold. First, process reproduction is more independent of the original than
manual reproduction. […] Secondly, technical reproduction can put the copy of the original
into situations which would be out of reach for the original itself. Above all, it enables the
original to meet the beholder halfway, be it in the form of a photograph or a phonograph
record. […]
The situations into which the product of mechanical reproduction can be brought may
not touch the actual work of art, vet the quality of its presence is always depreciated. This
holds not only for the art work but also, for instance, for a landscape which passes in review
before the spectator in a movie. In the case of the art object, a most sensitive nucleus—
namely, its authenticity—is interfered with whereas no natural object is vulnerable on that
score. The authenticity of a thing is the essence of all that is transmissible from its beginning,
ranging from its substantive duration to its testimony to the history which it has experienced.
Since the historical testimony rests on the authenticity, the former, too, is jeopardized by
reproduction when substantive duration ceases to matter. And what is really jeopardized
when the historical testimony is affected is the authority of the object.
One might subsume the eliminated element in the term “aura” and go on to say that
which withers in the age of mechanical reproduction is the aura of the work of art. This is a
symptomatic process whose significance points beyond the realm of art. One might
generalize by saying: the technique of reproduction detaches the reproduced object from the
domain of tradition. By making many reproductions it substitutes a plurality of copies for a
unique existence. And in permitting the reproduction to meet the beholder or listener in his
own particular situation, it reactivates the object reproduced. These two processes lead to a
tremendous shattering of tradition which is the obverse of the contemporary crisis and
Benjamin, “The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction”
renewal of mankind. Both processes are intimately connected with the contemporary mass
movements. Their most powerful agent is the film. Its social significance, particularly in its
most positive form, is inconceivable without its destructive, cathartic aspect, that is, the
liquidation of the traditional value of the cultural heritage . […]
* * *
IV
The uniqueness of a work of art is inseparable from its being imbedded in the fabric of
tradition. [...] Originally the contextual integration of art in tradition found its expression in
the cult. We know that the earliest art works originated in the service of a ritual—first the
magical, then the religious kind. It is significant that the existence of the work of art with
reference to its aura is neve r entirely separated from its ritual function. In other words, the
unique value of the “authentic” work of art has its basis in ritual, the location of its original
use value. This ritualistic basis, however remote, is still recognizable as secularized ritual
even in the most profane forms of the cult of beauty. The secular cult of beauty, developed
during the Renaissance and prevailing for three centuries, clearly showed that ritualistic basis
in its decline and the first deep crisis which befell it. With the advent of the first truly
revolutionary means of reproduction, photography, simultaneously with the rise of socialism,
art sensed the approaching crisis which has become evident a century later. At the time, art
reacted with the doctrine of l’art pour l’art, that is, with a theology of art. This gave rise to
what might be called a negative theology in the form of the idea of “pure” art, which not only
denied any social function of art but also any categorizing by subject matter....
An analysis of art in the age of mechanical reproduction must do justice to these
relationships, for they lead us to an all-important insight: for the first time in world history,
mechanical reproduction emancipates the work of art from its parasitical dependence on
ritual. To an ever greater degree the work of art reproduced becomes the work of art
designed for reproducibility. From a pho tographic negative, for example, one can make any
number of prints; to ask for the “authentic” print makes no sense. But the instant the criterion
of authenticity ceases to be applicable to artistic production, the total function of art is
reversed. Instead of being based on ritual, it begins to be based on another practice—politics.
* * *
VII
The nineteenth-century dispute as to the artistic value of painting versus photography
today seems devious and confused. This does not diminish its importance, however; if
anything, it underlines it. The dispute was in fact the symptom of a historical transformation
the universal impact of which was not realized by either of the rivals. When the age of
mechanical reproduction separated art from its basis in cult, the semblance of its autonomy
disappeared forever. The resulting change in the function of art transcended the perspective
of the century; for a long time it even escaped that of the twentieth century, which
experienced the development of the film.
* * *
Benjamin, “The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction”
XI
The shooting of a film, especially of a sound film, affords a spectacle unimaginable anywhere
at any time before this. […] In the theater one is well aware of the place from which the play
cannot immediately be detected as illusionary. There is no such place for the movie scene
that is being shot. Its illusionary nature is that of the second degree, the result of cutting. That
is to say, in the studio the mechanical equipment has penetrated so deeply into reality that its
pure aspect freed from the foreign substance of equipment is the result of a special
procedure, namely, the shooting by the specially adjusted camera and the mounting of the
shot together with other similar ones. The equipment- free aspect of reality here has become
the height of artifice; the sight of immediate reality has become an orchid in the land of
technology.
Even more revealing is the comparison of these circumstances, which differ so much
from those of the theater, with the situation in painting. Here the question is: How does the
cameraman compare with the painter? To answer this we take recourse to an analogy with a
surgical operation. The surgeon represents the polar opposite of the magician. The magician
heals a sick person by the laying on of hands; the surgeon cuts into the patient's body. The
magician maintains the natural distance between the patient and himself, though he reduces it
very slightly by the laying on of hands, he greatly increases it by virtue of his authority. The
surgeon does exactly the reverse; he greatly diminishes the distance between himself and the
patient by penetrating into the patient's body, and increases it but little by the caution with
which his hand moves among the organs. In short, in contrast to the magician—who is still
hidden in the medical practitioner—the surgeon at the decisive moment abstains from facing
the patient man to man; rather, it is through the operation that he penetrates into him.
Magician and surgeon compare to painter and cameraman. The painter maintains in
his work a natural distance from reality, the cameraman penetrates deeply into its web. There
is a tremendous difference between the pictures they obtain. That of the painter is a total one,
that of the cameraman consists of multiple fragments which are assembled under a new law.
Thus, for contemporary man the representation of reality by the film is incomparably more
significant than that of the painter, since it offers, precisely because of the thoroughgoing
permeation of reality with mechanical equipment, an aspect of reality which is free of all
equipment. And that is what one is entitled to ask from a work of art.
XII
Mechanical reproduction of art changes the reaction of the masses toward art. The
reactionary attitude toward a Picasso painting changes into the progressive reaction toward a
Chaplin movie. The progressive reaction is characterized by the direct, intimate fusion of
visual and emotional enjoyment with the orientation of the expert. Such fusion is of great
social significance. The greater the decrease in the social significance of an art form, the
sharper the distinction between criticism and enjoyment by the public. The conventional is
uncritically enjoyed, and the truly new is criticized with aversion. With regard to the screen,
the critical and the receptive attitudes of the public coincide. The decisive reason for this is
that individual reactions are predetermined by the mass audience response they are about to
produce, and this is nowhere more pronounced than in the film. The moment these responses
become manifest the\ control each other. Again, the comparison with painting is fruitful. A
painting has always had an excellent chance to be viewed by one person or by a few. The
simultaneous contemplation of paintings by a large public, such as developed in the
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nineteenth century, is an early symptom of the crisis of painting, a crisis which was by no
means occasioned exclusively by photography but rather in a relatively independent manner
by the appeal of art works to the masses.
Painting simply is in no position to present an object for simultaneous collective
experience, as it was possible for architecture at all times, for the epic poem in the past, and
for the movie today. Although this circumstance in itself should not lead one to conclusions
about the social role of painting, it does constitute a serious threat as soon as painting, under
special conditions and, as it were, against its nature, is confronted directly by the masses. In
the churches and monasteries of the Middle Ages and at the princely courts up to the end of
the eighteenth century, a collective reception of paintings did not occur simultaneous]y, but
by graduated and hierarchized mediation. The change that has come about is an expression of
the particular conflict in which painting was implicated by the mechanical reproducibility of
paintings. Although paintings began to be publicly exhibited in galleries and salons, there
was no way for the masses to organize and control themselves in their reception. Thus the
same public which responds in a progressive manner toward a grotesque film is bound to
respond in a reactionary manner to surrealism.
* * *
XIV
One of the foremost tasks of art has always been the creation of a demand which could be
fully satisfied only later. The history of every art form shows critical epochs in which a
certain art form aspires to effects which could be fully obtained only with a changed
technical standard, that is to say, in a new art form. The extravagances and crudities of art
which thus appear, particularly in the so-called decadent epochs, actually arise from the
nucleus of its richest historical energies. In recent years, such barbarisms were abundant in
Dadaism. It is only now that its impulse becomes discernible: Dadaism attempted to create
by pictorial—and literary—means the effects which the public today seeks in the film.
Every fundamentally new, pioneering creation of demands will carry beyond its goal.
Dadaism did so to the extent that it sacrificed the market values which are so characteristic of
the film in favor of higher ambitions though of course it was not conscious of such intentions
as here described. The Dadaists attached much less importance to the sales value of' their
work than to its uselessness for contemplative immersion. The studied degradation of their
material was not the least of their means to achieve this uselessness. Their poems are “word
salad” containing obscenities and every imaginable waste product of language. The same is
true of their paintings, on which they mounted buttons and tickets. What they intended and
achieved was a relentless destruction of the aura of their creations, which they branded as
reproductions with the very means of production. Before a painting of Arp's or a poem by
August Stratum it is impossible to take time for contemplation and evaluation as one would
before a canvas of Derain's or a poem by Rilke. In the decline of middle-class society,
contemplation became a school for asocial behavior it was countered by distraction as a
variant of social conduct. Dadaistic activities actually assured a rather vehement distraction
by making works of art the center of scandal. One requirement was foremost: to outrage the
public.
From an alluring appearance or persuasive structure of sound the work of art of the
Dadaists became an instrument of ballistics. It hit the spectator like a bullet, it happened to
Benjamin, “The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction”
him, thus acquiring a tactile quality. It promoted a demand for the film, the distracting
element of which is also primarily tactile, being based on changes of place and focus which
periodically assail the spectator. Let us compare the screen on which a film unfolds with the
canvas of a painting. The painting invites the spectator to contemplation; before it the
spectator can abandon himself to his associations. Before the movie frame he cannot do so.
No sooner has his eve grasped a scene than it is already changed. It cannot be arrested.
Duhamel, who detests the film and knows nothing of its significance, though something of its
structure, notes this circumstance as follows: “I can no longer think what I want to think. My
thoughts have been replaced by moving images.” The spectator's process of association in
view- of these images is indeed interrupted by their constant, sudden change. This constitutes
the shock effect of the film, which, like all shocks, should be cushioned by heightened
presence of mind. By means of its technical structure, the film has taken the physical shock
effect out of the wrappers in which Dadaism had, as it were, kept it inside the moral shock
effect.
XV
The mass is a matrix from which all traditional behavior toward works of art issues today in
a new form. Quantity has been transmuted into quality. The greatly increased mass of
participants has produced a change in the mode of participation. The fact that the new mode
of participation first appeared in a disreputable form must not confuse the spectator. Yet
some people have launched spirited attacks against precisely this superficial aspect. Among
these, Duhamel has expressed himself in the most radical manner. What he objects to most is
the kind of participation which the movie elicits from the masses. Duhamel calls the movie
“a pastime for helots, a diversion for uneducated, wretched, worn-out creatures who are
consumed by their worries . . . , a spectacle which requires no concentration and presupposes
no intelligence . . . , which kindles no light in the heart and awakens no hope other than the
ridiculous one of someday becoming a "star" in Los Angeles.” Clearly, this is at bottom the
same ancient lament that the masses seek distraction whereas art demands concentration
from the spectator. That is a commonplace. The question remains whether it provides a
platform for the analysis of the film. A closer look is needed here. Distraction and
concentration form polar opposites which may be stated as follows: A man who concentrates
before a work of art is absorbed by it. He enters into this work of art the way legend tells of
the Chinese painter when he viewed his finished painting. In contrast, the distracted mass
absorbs the work of art. This is most obvious with regard to buildings. Architecture has
always represented the prototype of a work of art the reception of which is consummated by
a collectivity in a state of distraction. The laws of its reception are most instructive.
Buildings have been man's companions since primeval times. Many art forms have
developed and perished. Tragedy begins with the Greeks, is extinguished with them, and
after centuries its `rules' only are revived. The epic poem, which had its origin in the youth of
nations, expires in Europe at the end of the Renaissance. Panel painting is a creation of the
Middle Ages, and nothing guarantees its uninterrupted existence. But the human need for
shelter is lasting. Architecture has never been idle. Its history is more ancient than that of any
other art, and its claim to being a living force has significance in every attempt to
comprehend the relationship of the masses to art. Buildings are appropriated in a twofold
manner: by use and by perception—or rather, by touch and sight. Such appropriation cannot
be understood in terms of the attentive concentration of a tourist before a famous building.
Benjamin, “The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction”
On the tactile side there is no counterpart to contemplation on the optical side. Tactile
appropriation is accomplished not so much by attention as by habit. As regards architecture,
habit determines to a large extent even optical reception. The latter, too, occurs much less
through rapt attention than by noticing the object in incidental fashion. This mode of
appropriation, developed with reference to architecture, in certain circumstances acquires
canonical value. For the tasks which face the human apparatus of perception at the turning
points of history cannot be solved by optical means, that is, by contemplation, alone. They
are mastered gradually by habit, under the guidance of tactile appropriation.
The distracted person, too, can form habits. More, the ability to master certain tasks in
a state of distraction proves that their solution has become a matter of habit. Distraction as
provided by art presents a covert control of the extent to which new tasks have become
soluble by apperception. Since, moreover, individuals are tempted to avoid such tasks, art
will tackle the most difficult and most important ones where it is able to mobilize the masses.
Today it does so in the film. Reception in a state of distraction, which is increasing
noticeably in all fields of art and is symptomatic of profound changes in apperception, finds
in the film its true means of exercise. The film with its shock effect meets this mode of
reception halfway. The film snakes the cult value recede into the background not only by
putting the public in the position of the critic, but also by the fact that at the movies this
position requires no attention. The public is an examiner, but an absent-minded one.
EPILOGUE
The growing proletarianization of modern man and the increasing formation of masses are
two aspects of the same process. Fascism attempts to organize the newly created proletarian
masses without affecting the property structure which the masses strive to eliminate. Fascism
sees its salvation in giving these masses not their right, but instead a chance to express
themselves. The masses have a right to change property relations; Fascism seeks to give them
an expression while preserving property. The logical result of Fascism is the introduction of
aesthetics into political life. The violation of the masses, whom Fascism, with its Fuhrer cult,
forces to their knees, has its counterpart in the violation of an apparatus which is pressed into
the production of ritual values.
All efforts to render politics aesthetic culminate in one thing: war. War and war only
can set a goal for mass movements on the largest scale while respecting the traditional
property system. This is the political formula for the situation. The technological formula
may be stated as follows: Only war makes it possible to mobilize all of today's technical
resources while maintaining the property system. [. ..]
[... ] The destructiveness of war furnishes proof that society has not been mature
enough to incorporate technology as its organ, that technology has not been sufficiently
developed to cope with the elemental forces of society. The horrible features of imperialistic
warfare are attributable to the discrepancy between the tremendous means of production and
their inadequate utilization in the process of production—in other words, to unemployment
and the lack of markets. Imperialistic war is a rebellion of technology which collects, in the
form of “human material,” the claims to which society has denied its natural material. Instead
of draining rivers, society directs a human stream into a bed of trenches, instead of dropping
seeds from airplanes, it drops incendiary bombs over cities; and through gas warfare the aura
is abolished in a new way.
Benjamin, “The Work of Art in the Age of Mechanical Reproduction”
“Fiat ars—pereat mundus,” [Let art be created though the world be perished] says
Fascism, and as Marinetti admits, expects war to supply the artistic gratification of a sense
perception that has been changed by technology. This is evidently the consummation of l'art
pour l’art. Mankind, which in Homer's time was an object of contemplation for the Olympian
gods, now is one for itself. Its self-alienation has reached such a degree that it can experience
its own destruction as an aesthetic pleasure of the first order. This is the situation of politics
which Fascism is rendering aesthetic. Communism responds by politicizing art.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

არტისტერიუმი 2010


 
გოეთეს ინსტიტუტი საქართველოს კულტურისა და ძეგლთა დაცვის სამინისტროსთან თანამშრომლობით ატარებს თანამედროვე ხელოვნების საერთაშორისო სიმპოზიუმს – TRANSRELATION. პროექტი ხორციელდება აღმოსავლეთ ევროპისა და შუა აზიის ქვეყნების გოეთეს ინსტიტუტების პროექტის ფარგლებში "კულტურის სფეროში მოღვაწე მენეჯერების კომპეტენციის ცენრტი". ორდღიანი სიმპოზიუმის მსვლელობისას, ასევე ვორქშოპისა და შემაჯამებელი დისკუსიის დროს, ხელოვანები და კურატორები გერმანიიდან, შევეიცარიიდან, ჰოლანდიიდან და საქართველოდან იმსჯელებენ თანამედროვე ხელოვნების აქტუალურ საკითხებზე. განხილული იქნება შემდეგი თემები: საერთაშორისო გამოფენის/ბიენალეს მნიშვნელობა არტცენტრის განვითარებისა და ინტერნაციონალიზაციისათვის XXI საუკუნეში; სჭირდება თუ არა ბიენალე თბილისს; სხვადასხვა ტიპის ინიციატივების როლი სახელოვნებო სივრცეების ჩამოყალიბების პროცესში.

ორშაბათი, 04.10.2010 10:00–18:00  

საქართველოს კულტურისა და ძეგლთა დაცვის სამინისტრო
სანაპიროს ქ. 4

სამშაბათი, 05.10.2010 09:30–18:00 

გოეთეს ინსტიტუტი, ზანდუკელის 16
(ორივე დღეს დასწრება მხოლოდ მოწვევით)

ხელოვნება ეზოში – არტისტერიუმის წვეულება ეზოში 

2010 წლის არტისტერიუმის მონაწილეებს, სტუმრებსა და მეგობრებს ვეპატიჟებით გოეთეს ინსტიტუტის ეზოში დიდ წვეულებაზე. ამ საღამოს მთავარი ღირშესანიშნაობა იქნება ინგმეი დუანის პერფორმანსი FLYING LUGGAGE - VISION 4. ასევე დარიგდება ჟურნალი "არტლუპი", რომელიც გასულ წელს ერთობრივად გამოსცეს გოეთეს ინსტიტუტმა და არტისტერიუმმა.

სამშაბათი, 05.10.2010, 18:30 საათიდან  

ინგმეი დუანი საქართველოში – პერფორმანსები და ვორქშოპი

გერმანელ–ჩინელი ხელოვანი ინგმეი დუანი და ქართველი ხელოვანების ჯგუფი "ბულიონი" თანამედროვე ხელოვნების საერთაშორისო გამოფენის "არტისტერიუმი 3"–ის გახსნაზე წარმოადგენენ პერფორმანისის პროგრამას FAIRY TALE MEETS REALITY. ხოლო 5 ოქტომბერს ხელოვანი გოეთეს ინსტიტუტში წარმოადგენს თავის პერფორმანსს FLYING LUGGAGE - VISION 4. ინგმეი დუანი გამოცდილი პერფორმანისის ხელოვანია, რომელიც აბრამოვიჩსა და შლინგელსიფთან სწავლობდა და 30 ქვეზანაში მოღვაწეობდა.

ის 7/8 ოქტომბერს 10:00–16:00 თბილისის სამხატვრო აკადემიაში სტუდენტებისათვის ჩაატარებს ვორკშოპს. 

ინგმეი დუანის პერფორმანსები:

შაბათი, 02.10.2010, 19:30 საქართველოს ეროვნული მუზეუმი/ თბილისის ისტორიის მუზეუმი (ქარვასლა), სიონის ქ.8

სამშაბათი, 05.10.2010, 19:00 გოეთეს ინსტიტუტი, ზანდუკელის 16