Not just for arty types – a brilliant exhibition in London builds massive gospel bridges. If we can cross them…

2

07/10/2016 by Chris Green

Let me begin with an alert: Green’s rule of life #5 is that it is impossible to talk about painting without sounding like a pompous twerp.  So, be aware, I’m about to fall foul of that rule.  I want to talk about an exhibition on in London at the Royal Academy, called ‘Abstract Expressionism.’  And if my pompous twerpery persuades just one of my readers to go to it, it will have been worth it.

Here’s why.

The Abstract Expressionists were disparate American painters (and some sculptors), bursting out in the middle of the twentieth century, who landed in London in the 1950’s and with one exhibition moved the centre of art from tired old Paris to New York.  And there hasn’t been another exhibition of their work, together, until now.

They had little formal style to connect them apart from one, hardly mentioned in the reviews I read: these are stunningly ‘painterly’ painters.  By which I mean, that their control over the medium is remarkable, even when it involves drips, spatters and runs.  To see an entire Jackson Pollock, for instance, dismisses once and for all any idea that these are chaos, random paintings that a child could do.  They are formally constructed and elegantly delivered, through a most unlikely medium.  And there are walls full of them, drawing you into his busyness with paint.

blue-poles-jackson-pollock

Rothko, Blue Poles (1952). It is, in reality, a huge painting

 

Sometimes, as with Pollock, the result is an ‘action painting’ where you can almost trace the arc his arm took in making the mark; with others, and most famously Rothko, the paints are seemingly hanging in space, almost shimmering with the delicacy of the colours.

Let’s stay with that colour, because this is the second aspect of these artists’ control: their choice of colours is uniformly exquisite.  There’s a late Willem de Kooning, of the Villa Borghese in Florence, which is vast, creamy, simple, and stunning in its impact. His series of paintings, Women, is equally  astonishing. Even more remarkable are two paintings by Ad Reinhardt (no, I’d never heard of him either).  They look, initially, like matt black canvases – and on the day I went, many of the visitors took them in at a quick glance as just that.  But stop.  Let your eyes rest on them and adjust, as you do at night to see the stars, and after a while you’ll see that these are not black at all, but subtle geometric constructions of the deepest reds and blues you’ve ever seen.  The level of technical skill on display is remarkable.

Then there’s a roomful of Clyfford Still.  Again, never heard of him.  For various reasons his work has remained mostly in Denver, and rarely travels. But this is a raw beauty of the dramatic vastness of wild America, its mountains and waterfalls, distilled onto canvases of stunning control. Or Barnett Newman, heroic, bright and striking.

cstill1

Clyfford Still – monumental and controlled

Enough.  What can we say of them?

These are all painters of their time and place.  Where Europe was being hauled through two World Wards and its aftermaths, these artists were fresh and vibrant.  No tired men, painting on rations and small canvases.  They had space, imagination and energy.  Not so much money, but attitude – there is a wonderful moment when the audioguide allows you to look at Pollock while listening to John Coltrane; New York expressing itself in controlled wildness.

So, if they were expressing something, and the loose title ‘Abstract Impressionism’ implies that, what were they expressing, and how does that create gospel connections?  Remember, they are not painting their reactions, so they are not painting ‘joy’ or sadness’ – their paintings are themselves their reactions.

Here, famously, is Rothko: “The subject is crucial, and only that subject matter is valid which is tragic and timeless.”  Hear that?  He, and this grouping, are aiming to paint an eternal tragedy.  They are painting what we would call the Fallen Condition.  They are expressing what it means to be a ruined Image Bearer.  If you think I am making this up, there are a pair of canvases by Barnett called, respectively, ‘Adam’ and ‘Eve.’  They are apparently typical of his style: monolithic vertical rectangles of colour.  They both look like a simplified forest of trees.  With no human in sight.  ‘Adam, where are you?’

This Fallen Condition was evident in their lives, too, marked by a variety of tragedies, some self-inflicted, and early deaths, some of which were possibly suicides.

What were they expressing?  Three things struck me.

First, there is an inescapable longing for and expression of beauty.  These are (mostly) abstract works, where colour and palette control are vital, but the beauty is unmissable.  It is quite possible make garish and striking paintings – Pop Art did that a little later.  It is possible to make painful paintings, where the torture of the various twentieth century conflicts is laid out for people to see.  That is a signifiant European tradition.  But here there is something held in common, about the sheer exuberance of choosing just the right paint and technique to make something, however simple, which is, well, beautiful.  And even where there is longing, it is executed exquisitely.

Second, as the word ‘Abstract’ tells, us, there a sense of there being something more than the mere brute fact. ‘Abstract’ painting can be a challenge sometimes, and we screw our eyes up, trying to make out what it is meant to ‘be’.  A lot of twentieth century art, to my uneducated eye, never seems to lose its sense of gravity.  By which I mean, Picasso moved off into abstraction frequently but never permanently.  He would come back to the nude, a dove, a bull. Trying to abstract the essence of a thing, he never lost sight of the thing.

But what Picasso always circles back to, they leave behind.  With these vast canvases, the aim is to produce a beautiful object, but yet more than merely that.  They are all working on a delicate, absorbing, arrangement of paint, but to point beyond it. Their works were, and to many people still are, intensely moving – Rothko, famously, most of all.  Something of his paintings’ simplicity and depth produced tears, and to quote him again, “They (the viewers) are having the same religious experience I had when I painted them.”  That is not a sentence you would ever hear on the lips of Picasso, Braque, Freud or Hockney.

There is an assumption that there are other, eternal, aspects of reality.

Third, there is a love of order with freedom, but not chaos. Pollock is the number one victim of the idea of ‘chaos’ – his canvases often appear utterly random.  But one of the virtues of seeing several, for real, is that you are aware of just how constructed they are.  There is a rhythm to the pouring and dribbles which is unmissable.  Now, there is a Christian reading of these paintings which is basically that Pollock was trying to produce chaos but even he couldn’t escape the reality of living in an ordered creation.  But that’s unfair: one of Pollock’s most famous reactions to a critic was, “”No chaos, damn it.”  He loved order, and arranged his work with precision.  Only superficially do they appear random.  But they are most certainly free.

Which tells us, as if we needed telling, that we live in a creation where we have been given freedom, which we delight in, but which makes most sense when it is constrained.  The gospel answer is that it is only when Jesus is our Lord and Master that we become truly free.

This is not a sell-out exhibition, although I think it ought to be.  There were lots of people, but you could see any painting you wanted, without craning your neck, and it was quite possible to go round several times to take things at your leisure.  The tourists will queue up for Monet but only the hardcore will queue up for Rothko.

But crowds there most certainly are.  Which means that here in London there are tens of thousands who are looking at these paintings, and finding that they resonate deeply with them. Now, are we ready to evangelise them?  Because here are their questions:

  • Why is there beauty in such a tragic world?
  • Why is there deep order in a chaotic world, and why is it so appealing?
  • Why is nature, animate and inanimate, so moving, so beautiful, so terrifying, all at once?
  • Is there more to life than this – and if so, what answer is there for this deep longing these paintings produce?
  • If we defy gravity, and ask the big questions about an eternal tragedy, which story will make the most sense and tell us the truth?

Now, back to your sermon prep, because they’re waiting for the answer.

2 thoughts on “Not just for arty types – a brilliant exhibition in London builds massive gospel bridges. If we can cross them…

  1. Mark Meynell says:

    I’ve deliberately kept this saved to read until after I’d visited the exhibition – which I have just done today. And wow – you’re spot on. And in particular, just LOVED the Ad Reinhardt and Still rooms. Pollock and Rothko were even more wonderful than I ever thought possible – especially his big horizontal ones. Another stand out was Lee Krasner’s homage to Pollock after his death – both close up and then from a distance along the length of the public galleries. Stunning

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Publication of The Goldilocks Zone

Launch dayJanuary 18th, 2018
3 months to go.

Living as a Christian in the 21st century means we face constant battles to please God. That’s why I wrote ‘PURITY: Living to please God in an impure world – 15 daily readings in 1 Thessalonians.’

There’s only way to get it – by subscribing to my  email newsletter here.

Index

God, Suffering and Joy

A conversation between me (with cancer) and Michael (with Multiple Sclerosis)

Terms and conditions

This blog does not share personal information with third parties nor do I store any information about your visit to this blog other than to analyse and optimise your content and reading experience. I am not responsible for republished content from this blog on other blogs or websites without my permission. This privacy policy is subject to change without notice.

I welcome your participation on the Ministrynutsandbolts site, and invite you to share ideas elsewhere on what you learn and read here. At the same time, I ask that you respect my intellectual property rights in the process.

You are welcome to link to my site or any specific post on my site, extract and re-post less than 200 words on any other site, provided you link back to my original post, or print my posts in any non-commercial publication (e.g., company newsletter, class syllabus, church newsletter, etc.), provided you include this copyright notice: “© 2017 Chris Green. All rights reserved. Originally published at www.ministrynutsandbolts.com.”

Please do not do the following without written consent: Re-post one of my posts in its entirety anywhere else on the Internet, use this content for commercial purposes, including selling or licensing printed or digital versions of my content, or alter, transform, or build upon this work.

If you have some use for my content that is not covered here, please contact me. If you would like me to do a guest post on your blog, email me at ministrynutsandbolts@gmail.com

Copyright does not apply to the titles of books, but transparency means I should own that the title of the blog is taken from the excellent ‘Ministry Nuts and Bolts: What They Don’t Teach Pastors in Seminary ‘ by Aubrey Malphurs (Kregel: 2nd edn. 2009)

© 2017 Chris Green

%d bloggers like this: