Sunday, July 22, 2007

On Seeing

On Seeing.

Seeing is one of my ongoing interests: there is a difference between looking and seeing. There is perception and there is selective seeing: “No one is so blind as he who will not see”. When we see something, what exactly do we see? What do we allow ourselves to see and what do we not allow ourselves to see? Do we see what is there to be seen?

There are many things to be seen in an artwork. I will begin with the three plastic elements.

Color:
In our earliest school years we learn our letters, our numbers, and our colors: as children we learn three languages simultaneously. Each of those three languages has a unique vocabulary.

Our responses to the value of color might be as lost to us as is our sense of smell. This loss can be accounted for if we realize that painting has come to be considered an intellectual exercise. Too often we confront a painting and ask: What does it mean? A painting is a visual experience. We should experience the painting before we analyze it intellectually. If the artist or the observer needs to intellectualize the work, it has failed to do its job. The analysis of an artwork is an attempt to deepen our understanding of it. I would suggest that as observers of artworks, we need to allow the colors to speak to us

“What is your favorite color?” is one of the most common childhood games. The colors most often chosen are the primaries or green or violet of the secondaries. Rarely have I known anyone to choose orange. Of the six primary and secondary colors, orange seems the most purely chemical and the one with the least symbolic value. Yet I have seen many infants in strollers fixated on the color orange, in fact, their attention seems most arrested by that color. Therapists urge us to reclaim the lost child within: we might be well advised to start that process through getting reacquainted with the color orange.

When I studied set design one of the exercises we were given, to be done on our own time and for our own edification, was to tear pages out of magazines with colors on them that appealed to us. Once we had created an appreciable number of pages we were to arrange the pages according to color. The stack or stacks with the greatest number of pages would reveal to us our color preferences.

Black is an exception to color as a lost symbolic experience. At the Chicago Art Institute I was looking at a very large Ad Reinhardt painting, approximately twelve feet wide by twenty feet high. It was all black. A young couple and their two children walked in front of me across the painting as if before a painted drop on a vaudeville stage. Both the man and his wife were short and both were fairly bursting with the pride of their superior education and their economic attainments. Rather than apologize for blocking the view, they assumed, incorrectly, that they were the view. One of the children was an infant in a stroller; the other child was a girl about three and a half years old.

Suddenly the young girl walked to the center of the painting and bent her neck backwards as she looked up to the top of the work. Then, spinning around and putting her hands on her hips, she stamped her foot and addressed the room: “What is this doing here! This doesn’t belong here!” And raising her left arm and pointing off stage she exclaimed: “Take this away!”

The young father strutted across the full stage, taking a bow for his child’s performance, while his wife stood behind her stroller and, with her head to one side, beamed approvingly, not because the child had become an accomplished art critic, but because she had so completely ingested the young mother’s persona.

We have culturally conditioned responses, (like mother like daughter …for that reason I never trust the judgments of children), and personal responses (a preference for the color orange). That distinction should be made when we look at a painting. Do I see what I see or am I only seeing what others want me to see?

Among suburban housewives the choice of color in the decorating scheme is too often based on what is known as “the color for the season”, a color chosen by some unknown authority in the fashion world. For that reason decorated suburban spaces almost always lack the sense of the personal, they are anonymous spaces, but very much in style.

Most art appreciation courses direct the student to study the color key of a painting…complementary, analogous, split complementary. We are told to ascertain the chromaticity of the colors, the degree of gray or lack of gray.

We should also look at the colors in an artist’s complete body of work: are the colors the same over the years or do they vary and are they different according to his different subjects.

In Marsden Hartley’s early works he used the colors of the European modernists. Later, in the American southwest, he used the palette of the American Impressionists. It was not until his last paintings, made in Maine, that a personal color sense becomes evident in his works.

For most of his career Cézanne worked with a very limited palette; but he worked in a very limited geographical area. Are his colors local colors or have they been heightened to be more expressive? The same can be considered in Corot’s work.

Matisse is very related to Cézanne, yet I cannot think of one color or palette that dominates in his work overall.

Neither do I think of dominant colors in Picasso’s work. In fact, in my response to the first comment on this blog, I mention Picasso’s Guernica and that painting is made in black, white, and gray.

This, in turn, recalls Goya’s comment: “I can suggest all the colors in a black and white drawing.”

In painting after painting I see that Hans Hoffman used only the three primaries and the three secondary colors. They are pure pigments and there is rarely any intermixing.

In his screen prints, Andy Warhol made series of prints from the same screens but each series has a different color key, as if to refute the value of color and to imply that it has no symbolic meaning. It is in his use of color, in fact, that Warhol’s work can be understood as a dialogue about art. He is far more intelligent than he pretended to be.

For a retrospective at the Museum of Modern art, Louise Nevelson created a series of signature works, but in white, purposefully to be very distinct from her works in their signature black.

The colors in an artist’s palette might be unconsciously chosen but I am certain that they are not arbitrarily chosen. The artist uses those colors as a visual and symbolic language. Specific colors are something that an artist “feels”. They are a part of his metabolism. It is our job to sense what that is. We might also ascertain if an artist is merely “using” colors but without feeling. I sense that in the work of many contemporary photographers who seem to be attempting to make their works look “modern”. The personal choice of color gives an artwork authenticity.

I agree: color is the first thing we see when we look at a painting. But what is it we see? Do we see the color used or do we sense that which has been expressed through the use of color? Do we like or dislike a painting, or an artist’s entire works, because we like or dislike his palette. How often have we heard: I don’t like his color sense, or I don’t care for his use of color.
And why does it matter if we take the time to understand what we see? Because just as art begets art, so understanding begets understanding: it is with perception that we gain insight. It is to our advantage to do the work of the observer.

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