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Petrified Revolutionaries

When I first began thinking about it, setting up a website seemed like a good way to try to capture the range of things my friends were doing. I knew a lot of people doing things I found fascinating and thought that other people might share my interest. Since then the idea developed into something more ambitious. As well as accepting submitted articles on any topic at all, tuppenceworth.ie now has an online gallery, to show works of established and young(or at least new) artists. And it is this area that I have given the most time and thought to recently.

Unlike the other areas of the site, where my only real editorial role is checking the grammar and spelling of submitted articles and weeding out libel, the visual art sections are being deliberately collected with an editorial line. It isn't particularly hard to explain (I'm trying to put up artists whose work I like) but the effect has turned out to be mildly subversive because of what I see as a uniformity of opinion in the professional artistic, critical and teaching circles in Ireland.

To put it bluntly, I am deeply unimpressed by much of what is presented as art in galleries and exhibition spaces in Dublin. Ever since the students rebelled against having to draw from marble statues in the College of Art in the 1960s by occupying the building and painting the decapitated head of Michelangelo's David blue there has been a firm rejection of figurative representation as the primary method of artistic expression for Irish artists. It is seen as conservative or even reactionary at best, and the mark of the amateur Sunday painter at worst. To attempt to represent what you see figuratively on the page or canvas seems now to be akin to painting by numbers in terms of critical appreciation.

And yet at the same time attempts to keep the modernist movements alive by pretending that their tactics are still revolutionary are wearing thin as the same ideas are presented as were used 75 years ago. It is hard to persuade people that your methods are so shocking and original that they are challenging the idea of what art is when we have seen the same things done fifty years before. If a urinal was art in the 1920s, it is only because the idea of such a thing was so shocking to the critics and the public that it provoked some new thoughts. It was a work of and in its time. But we still have people today challenging long gone orthodoxies, without asking whether or not they still hold sway. It isn't even tilting at windmills. It is tilting at the empty fields where windmills once were.

Without the strength of the new ideas the original modernist artists undoubtedly had, and their monolith of a hostile establishment artistic culture to rail against, today's bold artistic statements have no meaning. If critics accept unquestioningly that a shark in formaldehyde is a viable sculpture (rather than a clever advertisement for its creator) then the only value it could have, the shock value, is gone. It is time to accept that the revolutionaries are now the establishment, and are proving just as hostile to outside influences as their predecessors.

The vital difference here is that that hostility has co-opted the rhetoric of innovation and progress. When students in NCAD meet their teachers, they are meeting the very people who knocked David's head off to mark the end of the reign of conservatism. They are unlikely to find themselves being praised by these teachers if the they start producing the kind of work which the person marking them rejected thirty years ago.

This has had serious negative effects on both the artists and the community as a whole. If young artists are channelled into a dead ends (such as moving into the sterile world of Installations for example) their creative energy is wasted and the satisfaction an artist gets from connecting with a viewing public is lost. And that connection is being weakened continuously by the current view of art as something which needs to be interpreted for the ignorant masses.

The phrase, "I don't know a lot about art, but I know what I like" is used as a shorthand for describing a philistine's mind set. But why should it be? If you examine the ideas underlying that presumption you find some very questionable notions. Firstly, that to appreciate art properly a person has to be trained for it. This means that you shouldn't connect to art on an emotional level, but rather that you should realise what it means, what the artist is saying. The logical end point of this idea is that art needs critics to give it meaning. So it is hardly surprising that this view has found such lasting support amongst critics.

In truth, the only thing an artist can say which will have any lasting value is "this is my world". A vision of life as seen through someone else's eyes gives us a new perspective on our own experience. Van Gough's stars are startling and powerful, because we can imagine what it would be like to see the night like that. It changes our own view when we look up into the darkness forever to know that there is another way of seeing the sky.

I hope that tuppenceworth.ie might become a place where people can connect with art again and where, perhaps more urgently, where art can connect with people so that new ways of seeing the sky are given an opportunity of appearing again.

Details of submitting artistic work.

by
Simon McGarr
3rd June 2001

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