DISTILLING THE TIMES
The artists of a century ago were in touch with the times in a way that eludes us today. They saw what was happening – war, excess, industrialization, mechanization, mass-migrations, urbanization – and instinctively knew it was time to bring everything down to basics – simple lines, curves, and mental spaces; to “distill” in a sense in order to understand the fundamental driving forces guiding us. It was the only way to see if they/we were heading toward blind self-destruction.
The geniuses of that era earned their reputation for a rare kind of clarity. Most notable was Picasso and his roommate, Georges Braque. In 1907 they turned not only the art world upside-down but the new science of human relations – psychology. Picasso said, “I saw that everything had been done. One had to break to make one’s revolution and start at zero. I made myself go towards the new movement.”
First, he knew that “everything had been done.” Second, he saw that as the perfect chemistry with which to “reset” everything and, as author Roger Lipsey put it, “measure our distance from ourselves by our distance from it.” This was about toying with concepts and structures not borrowed from sight but from insight. Interior realities that begged for their own geometric formulas. It included “the accident” to which later artists (like the Abstract Expressionist Jackson Pollock) would announce ”there is no such thing.”
It seems to me that human existence today is so convoluted that it doesn’t even know it. We think that everything is perfectly clear, straightforward, and on some levels even simple. Or, we delude ourselves on purpose because facing the truth is simply too awful to consider. Denial is a popular and convenient elixir. Even so-called “liberal” communities sport ideas couched in extremely limited, tightly woven, ideas and beliefs. There are “givens” (absolutes) that simply cannot be questioned lest everything would fall apart. We also treat complexities with simplistic solutions, as opposed to simple (rational) solutions, which are mere band-aids on monstrous wounds. Nature is the biggest victim of this, above all else.
We often use inductive reasoning while thinking we’re using deduction for answers. In other words, we approach problems piecemeal to ascertain an understanding of whole systems (deduction), but too often jump the gun prematurely to formulate absolutes (induction). Which then betrays whole paradigms. There is some merit to thinking about wholes inductively IF we agree not to formulate conclusions about them. Alas, it’s too tempting to do just that. The effect is akin to, for example, allopathic versus homeopathic medicine (one treats body parts, the other whole organisms/systems. This is finally turning around, but we still make assumptions too quickly. We “fix” things (hoping they won’t break again) instead of stepping back and listening to whole organisms – like the earth herself.
The consequence is that problems only mount and exacerbate. Then we have imbalances on top of imbalances (when an organ is surgically removed from the body, natural balance will never be established again). The urgencies of this bring about panic and just more quick fixes. We are perpetually behind the curve on every crisis – whether it be about humans dealing with humans, or humans dealing with nature. As for the former, depression, suicides, violence, incarcerations (recidivism), poor health, and lowering lifespans are the indicators. For the latter, everything in nature is simply dying. We’re delaying it, that’s all.
The biggest lie we’re beginning to tell ourselves is that, given the facts, just maybe we can be innovative enough to trick nature into working for us – by diverting water systems, planting crops where they don’t belong, using “organic” chemicals, forcing endangered species to hurriedly procreate, introducing artificial methods to reduce carbon emissions, pretending that yoga, behavioral modification techniques, and drugs will stop road rage, etc. (road rage is a microcosm of society-at-large).
Yes, we can argue that we must “start somewhere” and it’s “the best we can do.” But that doesn’t make our decisions the correct ones. In other words, it’s a “no win” dilemma. The only way around it is by resetting our general understanding of who we are in relation to each other and to nature. It calls for a Picasso-like archetype (from within or from without) to distill reality.
Nothing is closer to nature than abstract art. The problems we have with that assertion only measures the depths to which we misunderstand everything. The popular efforts to avoid abstraction at every level – to even call abstraction a symptom, something to avoid for mental/spiritual “clarity” – shows a direction we’re going.
Cubism was the first great aesthetic “deconstruction” of the twentieth century, the prototype of others to follow. Braque said, “I want to expose the Absolute.” But this did not refer to any “Absolute” as we choose to understand it. This is where religion (and spirituality) falls off the rails. In fact, there is no Absolute which can be measured (or attained). There is only the “noumenal” as Immanuel Kant called it. – Listen again to Cubist “geometry.”
Cubism is about handling space & time. It doesn’t mirror nature. It only engages in an exploration of human perception. It examines how we assemble details into whole patterns. It says we must be ready to ask what anything really means while not expecting answers – as long as they’re derived at through the senses or intellect (the usual channels). Cubism chooses the image because images (like words) are just vehicles of consciousness. They allow us to examine visually. — Where did the image come from? A feeling, a sense, an instinct which preceded a thought or an idea? It bypasses filters. It’s a convergence of consciousness with archetypes.
There’s a deliberate ambiguity built into Cubism. It’s about getting lost and found again through labyrinths and planes of irrationality in relation to paradigms (wholes) which must again instantly evaporate. Everything is temporary. There are always parts, but never wholes. We can only imagine them (but then they’re not wholes anymore). Hence the mistake of using parts to find greater meanings and the even greater transgression of doing the opposite (inductively). Quoting Lipsey, “The geometries of Cubism… play with disorder and do not aspire to regularity or lucidity…. Cubism skewed the ancient norm of the whole and its tributary parts.”
And so, what does this imply as we superimpose this “deconstructionist” mindset onto the world today? It re-calibrates everything and puts us in a position of “measuring our distance from ourselves.” The conundrum of knowing evaporates along with the effort to know. “One cannot know the self which tries to know.”
Without waxing so far into the depths of meditation, Cubism stops short of that to simply remind us of the “sacred geometries” in nature — to which we belong (as mere angles, curves, circles and squares). What falls to the wayside then are all the impertinences s of meaning, purpose, ambition, and desire which only alienate us.
And here’s the paradox: Abstraction is an alienation from alienation. It is clarity through (presumed) clarity. It reminds us that the problem is not “out there” but in our presumed meanings. This alone sets religion on its ear.
Cubism was dangerous. It angered everyone, and Picasso and Braque were pariahs in the European art community for years after Demoiselles d’Avignon (1907), Ma Jolie (1911-12), and Chateau at La Rouche–Guyon (1909). But it reset the collective consciousness and made society extremely self-conscious. The world has been “self-conscious” ever since, not ever sure of itself. But the difference between then and now is that “they” faced it head-on (hence the trajectory into modern and postmodern art) at a time when the fin de siecle didn’t know what was going on. Today we don’t know what’s going on either, but we choose to flounder instead and look for ways to “trick” ourselves out of it. We pursue evasion and escape.
In such times it “becomes time” to rein in ourselves (all the extensions of ourselves) and begin listening to the subtlest sounds and images which have rendered meaning to us. They are the filters of who we are. From that would come a renewed sense of where we are, where we’re going, and where we need to go, both technologically and existentially. Both converge in the end, because in the end there is only the beginning again.
In retrospect, I have to say that this has been a theme so done over, so thoroughly wrung out, that I wonder why it keeps returning. I’ve been reconnoitering the subject one way or another more times than I can count. But no matter. It must be important. The fact is, there is nothing else. It’s as if the world is just a speedbump in between eternities.
And what of this speedbump of space & time? Recall that Cubism was about surveying the dimensions (angles) of space & time while entertaining deliberate ambiguities and never expecting answers. With that we end with Huxley:
“Time destroys all that it creates, and the end of every temporal sequence is… some form of death. Death is wholly transcended only when time is transcended; immortality is for the consciousness that has broken through the temporal into the timeless.” – Eureka, this was Braque’s “Absolute” and Kant’s “noumenon.”
© 2022 Richard Hiatt