Tuesday, June 28, 2016

Hiding in Broad Daylight, by Lars Holger Holm. Excerpt from the book.


 
 Hiding in Broad Daylight. Here on display at the Museum of Modern Art (MoMA) in New York.

The political truth of Europe at this time was that democracy, faint and

pale, panted for its life on the fringes of the continent. Meanwhile, two tyrannosaurs

conjured by a common revolutionary spirit that had recently destroyed

and discarded entire empires, had been set against each other in the

historical arena. In this extraordinary situation the even more extraordinary

happens: Art, hitherto blowing petrol on every existing revolutionary fire in

Europe and elsewhere, ecstatically watching every vestige of old Europe going

up in flames, suddenly declares itself innocent. And as though that weren’t

even enough, it is now: The Victim!

 

The paintings of German expressionists — which to Thomas Mann had

seemed such dark foreboding of a fascism on the march — were now interpreted

as being mere internal landscapes, the objectified agony as it were of

the artist having to face the reality, as opposed to the fantasy, of revolution

and war. In no way should they be regarded as the very stimulus to the same.

Among futurists it was not acknowledged that the adulation of the machine

as the incarnation of the zeitgeist was in itself a declaration of war, paving

the way for men of action with precisely this in mind. Nowhere was there a

sense among artists of having been in the least unfair in their visceral criticism

of the bourgeois society. Nor were their unabashed provocations and

openly expressed rebuttal of capitalism and liberal republican values seen as

instrumental in the rise of European totalitarianism. No, the artists up to this

point had remained true to the calling of art by involuntarily turning into the

human seismographs registering the subterranean tremors announcing the

full-scale arrival of state sponsored political, social, and cultural terror.

 

Luckily for them, Germanic expressionists — whether an Emil Nolde, an

Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, or a James Ensor — were exonerated from the task of

carrying on their work in the service of either Nazis or Bolsheviks. Their work

was famously dubbed ‘formalist’ by Soviet commissaries of art, and ‘degenerate’

by Nazi experts on eugenics. Likewise the Italian futurists were considered

too crazy even by Mussolini to be seriously considered for propagandist

purposes. Interestingly, Mussolini held the sound opinion that art and politics

were and should be two separate things, never to be combined, and that the

state therefore ought not to meddle in the business of art, as art should refrain

from getting involved in politics. This might be an important reason why the

frozen postures of social realism and propaganda art never became quite the

same hit in fascist Italy as in Germany and Russia, where the revolutionary

actors were incessantly idolised in this manner. Russian futurists in the Stalin

era had little choice but to conform to the nationalistic pathos and its predefined

aesthetic standards.

 

Since both Nazism and Soviet communism have since gone defunct,

contemporary democratic consensus takes for granted that there cannot be

a grain of historical truth in the critique of art these two systems generated

internally. Since fascism and communism obviously didn’t work out, everything

found within them must be considered an error and only be interesting

insofar as it maps out an historical dead end. It is, on the other hand, assumed

that there is no higher truth to be discovered in the realm of aesthetics than

the one guaranteeing the artist absolute freedom to do whatever pleases him.

More: That only the artist enjoying the highest degree of freedom is capable of

producing eternally modern and yet, paradoxically, timeless art. It has thereby

also been taken for granted that the artist himself is not going to abuse this

unconditional freedom by behaving irresponsibly in his art — as opposed to

in his personal life were transgression of bourgeois decorum is almost considered

de rigueur.

 

...

 

John D Rockefeller Jr., founder of the Museum of Modern Art in New

York, began to systematically buy up avant-garde art in the 1920s. Over time

this resulted in a vast collection of contemporary works, at the time still waiting

to acquire political maturity. By the end of the Second World War it was

clear that Nazism had been permanently defeated while no more than an uneasy

truce had been obtained with Marxist Russia. The fate of precious modernism

again seemed uncertain. European modernism certainly had made

its mark on the general public. With a once again free and liberal Paris there

were hopes of a return of modernism to its most fertile soil. But since the

1920s things had changed. The United States, during its own phase of state

autocracy, personified by presidents Hoover and Roosevelt, had seemed to lag

behind in artistic awareness, having little more than its own brand of social

realism and middle class sentimentality to offer a discerning art world, eager

for the new, shocking and surprising. However, with America’s second intervention

in European affairs, which decidedly tipped the balance in favour of

the Allies, the time had come for the United States to not only demonstrate its

political and economic hegemony in the world, but also to become the cutting

edge in artistic modernism.



Artistic modernism. To most of us it would seem a separate universe with its own esoteric intention and logic. What Lars Holger Holm shows in this essay, however, is how intimately the development of various modern artistic idioms, and their theoretical underpinnings, have been linked to concomitant social revolutions and to the highly politicised, theoretical, even racial agendas, entertained by people in the highest places. He also demonstrates how big money has thoroughly perverted art and artists, turning the latter into simple con men performing their charades to a whole world of spectators, manipulated by financial institutions, press, politicians and the media alike into believing that the contemporary art scene really ought to have some kind of meaning... And it does. Only, it's not artistic but exclusively financial and political.


Buy the book here:

https://www.amazon.com/Hiding-Broad-Daylight-Radicalisation-Commercialisation-ebook/dp/B00VITFM7I/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1467106029&sr=8-1&keywords=holm+hiding+in+broad+daylight#nav-subnav

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