Allan Kaprow One of the Innovators of Performance Art Invented What He Called
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When the Abstruse Expressionist painter Jackson Pollock died in 1956, the New York art earth knew, almost immediately, that it had lost one of the 20th century'due south nigh important artists. Merely what, exactly, was the touch on of his work at the time? This was the artist Allan Kaprow's question when he wrote the essay "The Legacy of Jackson Pollock," originally published in the Oct 1958 issue of ARTnews. In his essay, Kaprow writes about what he calls "the Act of Painting"—the way in which Pollock turned painting into a ritualistic performance of sorts, rethinking the fine art-making process as an activity that took place in fourth dimension and made use of the body. This was something that Kaprow himself would come to rely on in his then-called "happenings," in which paintings became props in larger, temporary events that bandage viewers participants. Yet Kaprow's essay also takes Pollock to task for the cult of personality he had developed—perhaps he was not quite the genius that he seemed to be. On the occasion of a Kaprow exhibition at Hauser & Wirth gallery in New York, the artist's essay follows in total below.—Alex Greenberger
"The Legacy of Jackson Pollock"
By Allan Kaprow
October 1958
The problem of Jackson Pollock, two years after his death is of paramount importance. The examples of his life and revolutionary fashion are increasingly, and not always benignly, influential, for his career has encouraged some artists in the perilous conventionalities that self-destruction is necessary to the integrity of a work of art. Here a immature vanguard painter attempts to separate the man from the myth, and also to suggest what Pollock will mean to artists in 1960.
The tragic news of Pollock'southward death two summers ago was greatly depressing to many of us. We felt not but a sadness over the death of a great figure, but in some deeper way that something of ourselves had died as well. We were a slice of him; he was, perhaps, the embodiment of our appetite for admittedly liberation and a secretly cherished wish to overturn old tables of crockery and flat champagne. We saw in his example the possibility of an phenomenal freshness, a sort of ecstatic blindness.
Only, in addition, there was a morbid side to his meaningfulness. To "die at the meridian" for being his kind of modern artist was, to many, I call up, implicit in the work before he died. Information technology was this baroque upshot that was so moving. We remembered van Gogh and Rimbaud. But here information technology was in our time, in a man some of us knew. This ultimate, sacrificial aspect of existence an artist, while not a new idea, seemed, the manner Pollock did information technology, terribly modern, and in him the statement and the ritual were and then g, and so authoritative and all-encompassing in its calibration and daring, that whatsoever our private convictions, nosotros could not fail to exist affected by its spirit.
It was probably this latter side of Pollock that lay at the root of our depression. Pollock's tragedy was more subtle than his death; for he did not die at the top. One could not avert the fact that during the last five years of his life his strength had weakened and during the last three, he hardly worked at all. Though anybody knew, in the lite of reason, that the man was very ill (and his death was peradventure a respite from almost certain future suffering), and that, in point of fact, he did not die as Stravinsky'due south fertility maidens did, in the very moment of creation/anything — nosotros still could not escape the disturbing itch (metaphysical in nature) that this death was in some directly mode connected with art. And the connexion, rather than being climactic, was, in a fashion, inglorious. If the stop had to come, it came at the wrong fourth dimension.
Was it not perfectly clear that mod art in general was slipping? Either information technology had get ho-hum and repetitious qua the "advanced" style, or large numbers of formerly committed gimmicky painters were defecting to earlier forms. America was celebrating a "sanity in fine art" movement and the flags were out. Thus, we reasoned, Pollock was the center in a keen failure: the New Art. His heroic stand had been futile. Rather than releasing a freedom, which information technology at first promised, it caused him not only a loss of ability and possible disillusionment, only a widespread admission that the jig was up. And those of us still resistant to this truth would terminate the aforementioned way, hardly at the elevation. Such were our thoughts in Baronial, 1956.
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But over two years have passed. What we felt so was genuine enough, but it was a limited tribute, if it was that at all. It was surely a patently human reaction on the office of those of united states of america who were devoted to the most avant-garde of artists effectually united states of america and who felt the shock of being thrown out on our ain. But information technology did not really seem that Pollock had indeed accomplished something, both by his mental attitude and by his very real gifts, which went beyond even those values recognized and acknowledged by sensitive artists and critics. The "Act of Painting," the new infinite, the personal mark that builds its own form and meaning, the endless tangle, the great scale, the new materials, etc. are by now clichés of higher art departments. The innovations are accustomed. They are becoming part of text books.
But some of the implications inherent in these new values are not at all equally futile as nosotros all began to believe; this kind of painting demand not be chosen the "tragic" way. Not all the roads of this mod fine art lead to ideas of finality. I hazard the gauge that Pollock may have vaguely sensed this, but was unable, because of illness or otherwise, to practise anything about it.
He created some magnificent paintings. But he likewise destroyed painting. If nosotros examine a few of the innovations mentioned higher up, it may exist possible to see why this is so.
For example, the "Act of Painting." In the last seventy-five years the random play of the mitt upon the canvass or paper has become increasingly of import. Strokes, smears, lines, dots, etc. became less and less attached to represented objects and existed more and more than on their ain, cocky-sufficiently. But from Impressionism upwards to, say, Gorky, the idea of an "order" to these markings was explicit enough. Even Dada, which purported to be complimentary of such considerations as "composition," obeyed the Cubist esthetic. Ane colored shape counterbalanced (or modified, or false) others and these in turn were played off confronting (or with) the whole canvas, taking into business relationship its size and shape—for the about function, quite consciously. In brusque, function-to-whole or function-to-role relationships, no affair how strained, were at least a good fifty percent of making the motion-picture show. (Most of the time information technology was a lot more than, mayhap ninety per centum). With Pollock, however, the so-chosen "dance" of dripping, slashing, squeezing, daubing and whatsoever else went into a piece of work, placed an well-nigh absolute value upon a diaristic gesture. He was encouraged in this past the Surrealist painters and poets, just next to him their work is consistently "artful," "arranged" and full of finesse—aspects of outer control and training. With a choice of enormous scales, the canvass being placed upon the floor, thus making difficult for the artist for the artist to see the whole or any extended department of "parts," Pollock could truthfully say he was "in" his work. Here the direct application of an automatic approach to the act makes it clear that not simply is this not the old arts and crafts of painting, merely it is perhaps bordering on ritual itself, which happens to use paint every bit one of its materials. (The European Surrealists may take used automatism as an ingredient just hardly tin we say they really proficient it wholeheartedly. In fact, it is only in a few instances that the writers, rather than the painters, enjoyed any success in this way. In retrospect, almost of the Surrealist painters appear to be derived from a psychology book or from each other: the empty vistas, the basic naturalism, the sexual fantasies, the dour surfaces so characteristic of this menses accept always impressed most American artists every bit a drove of unconvincing clichés. Hardly automated, at that. And such real talents as Picasso, Klee and Miro belong more to the stricter subject field of Cubism than did the others, and peradventure this is why their piece of work appears to the states, paradoxically, more free. Surrealism attracted Pollock, as an attitude rather than as a drove of artistic examples.)
But I used the words "nigh accented" when I spoke of the diaristic gesture as distinct from the process of judging each move upon the canvas. Pollock, interrupting his work, would judge his "acts" very shrewdly and with care for long periods of time earlier going into another "human action." He knew the departure betwixt a good gesture and a bad 1. This was his conscious artistry at work and it makes him a role of the traditional community of painters. Yet the distance betwixt the relatively cocky-contained works of the Europeans and the seemingly chaotic, sprawling works of the American indicate at best a tenuous connection to "paintings." (In fact, Jackson Pollock never actually had a "malerisch" sensibility. The painterly aspects of his contemporaries, such as Motherwell, Hofmann, de Kooning, Rothko, even Nonetheless, point upward, if at one moment a deficiency in him, at another moment, a liberating characteristic—and this one I choose to consider the important one.)
I am convinced that to grasp a Pollock'south impact properly, one must be something of an acrobat, constantly vacillating between an identification with the hands and body that flung the pigment and stood "in" the canvas, and assuasive the markings to entangle and assault one into submitting to their permanent and objective character. This is indeed far from the idea of a "complete" painting. The artist, the spectator and the other world are much too interchangeably involved here. (And if one objects to the difficulty of complete comprehension, I insist that he either asks too little of art or refuses to await at reality.)
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So Course. In order to follow it, it is necessary to go rid of the usual idea of "Form," i.due east. a beginning, middle and finish, or any variant of this principle—such as fragmentation. You do not enter a painting of Pollock's in whatever one identify (or hundred places). Anywhere is everywhere and you tin dip in and out when and where you can. This has led to remarks that his fine art gives one the impression of going on forever—a true insight. It indicates that the confines of the rectangular field were ignored in lieu of an experience of a continuum going in all directions simultaneously, beyond the literal dimensions of whatever work. (Though there is evidence pointing to a probably unknowing slackening of the assail as Pollock came to the edges of his canvas, he compensated for this by tacking much of the painted surface effectually the back of his stretchers.) The four sides of the painting are thus an abrupt leaving-off of the activity which our imaginations continue outward indefinitely, equally though refusing to accept the artificiality of "ending." In an older piece of work, the border was a far more precise caesura: here ended the world of the artist; beyond began the earth of the spectator and "reality."
We accept this innovation as valid because the artist understood with perfect naturalness "how to practise it." Employing an iterative principle of a few highly charged elements constantly undergoing variation (improvising, like much Oriental music) Pollock gives us an all-over unity and at the same time a ways continuously to reply to a freshness of personal choice. Just this blazon of form allows u.s.a. just every bit well an equally strong pleasance in participating in a delirium, a wearisome of the reasoning faculties, a loss of "self" in the Western sense of the term. It is this strange combination of extreme individuality and selflessness which makes the piece of work not only remarkably potent, but too indicative of a probably larger frame of psychological reference. And information technology is for this reason that any allusions to Pollock's being the marker of giant textures are completely incorrect. The point is missed and misunderstanding is jump to follow.
Merely given the proper approach, a medium-sized exhibition space with walls totally covered past Pollocks, offers the nigh complete and meaningful sense of his art possible.
And so scale. Pollock's option of enormous sizes served many purposes, master of which for our give-and-take is the fact that past making mural-scale paintings, they ceased to become paintings and became environments. Before a painting, one's size every bit a spectator, in relation to that of the moving picture, profoundly influences how much we are willing to requite up the consciousness of our temporal beingness while experiencing information technology. Pollock'south choice of great sizes resulted in our beingness confronted, assaulted, sucked in. All the same we must non confuse these with the hundreds of big paintings done in the Renaissance. They glorified an everyday globe quite familiar to the observer, often, in fact, past means of trompe l'oeil, standing the actual room into the painting. Pollock offers united states of america no such familiarity and our everyday world of convention and habit is replaced by that one created by the artist. Reversing the above procedure, the painting is continued on out into the room.
And this leads to our final betoken: Space. The space of these creations is non conspicuously palpable as such. I can become entangled in the web to some extent, and by moving in and out of the skein of lines and splashings, tin experience a kind of spatial extension. But all the same, this space is an allusion far more than vague than even the few inches of space-reading a Cubist work affords. It may be that we are too aware of our demand to identify with the process, the making of the whole thing, and this prevents a concentration on the specifics of earlier and behind, so important in a more traditional fine art. Merely what I believe is clearly discernible is that the entire painting comes out at the participant (I shall call him that, rather than observer) right into the room. It is possible to see in this connection how Pollock is the terminal consequence of a gradual trend that moved from the deep space of the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries, to the edifice out from the sail of the Cubist collages. In the present example the "motion picture" has moved so far out that the canvas is no longer a reference point. Hence, although up on the wall, these marks surround us as they did the painter at work, so strict a correspondence has there been achieved betwixt his impulse and the resultant art.
What we accept then, is a blazon of art which tends to lose itself out of premises, tends to fill our world with itself, an fine art which, in meaning, looks, impulse, seems to break fairly sharply with the traditions of painters dorsum to at least the Greeks. Pollock's near devastation of this tradition may well be a return to the point where art was more than actively involved in ritual, magic and life than we accept known it in our recent by. If then, information technology is an exceedingly important pace, and in its superior way, offers a solution to the complaints of those who would accept u.s.a. put a flake of life into art. But what do we practice now?
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There are two alternatives. One is to continue in this vein. Probably many skillful "near-paintings" can be washed varying this esthetic of Pollock'due south without departing from it or going further. The other is to surrender the making of paintings entirely, I mean the unmarried, flat rectangle or oval as we know it. Information technology has been seen how Pollock came pretty close to doing so himself. In the process, he came upon some newer values which are exceedingly hard to discuss, yet they bear upon our present alternative. To say that he discovered things similar marks, gestures, paint, colors, hardness, softness, flowing, stopping, space, the earth, life, death—is to sound either naïve or stupid. Every creative person worth his salt has "discovered" these things. Simply Pollock's discovery seems to have a particularly fascinating simplicity and directness well-nigh it. He was, for me, amazingly childlike, capable of becoming involved in the stuff of his art as a group of concrete facts seen for the first time. There is, as I said earlier, a certain blindness, a mute conventionalities in everything he does, even up to the end. I urge that this be not seen equally a simple issue. Few individuals tin can be lucky enough to possess the intensity of this kind of knowing, and I hope that in the almost future a conscientious study of this (perhaps) Zen quality of Pollock's personality will exist undertaken. At whatever rate, for now, we may consider that, except for rare instances, Western art tends to need many more than indirections in achieving itself, placing more or less equal emphasis upon "things" and the relations between them. The crudeness of Jackson Pollock is not, therefore, uncouth or designed equally such; it is manifestly frank and uncultivated, unsullied past preparation, merchandise secrets, finesse—a directness which the European artists he liked hoped for and partially succeeded in, but which he never had to strive subsequently because he had it by nature. This by itself would be enough to teach the states something.
Information technology does. Pollock, as I see him, left us at the signal where we must become preoccupied with and fifty-fifty dazzled by the space and objects of our everyday life, either our bodies, clothes, rooms, or, if need be, the vastness of Forty-Second Street. Not satisfied with the proffer through paint of our other senses, we shall utilize the specific substances of sigh, audio, movements, people, odors, touch. Objects of every sort are materials for the new art: paint, chairs, food, electric and neon lights, smoke, water, erstwhile socks, a dog, movies, a g other things which will be discovered by the present generation of artists. Not only will these bold creators testify us, as if for the beginning time, the globe we have ever had about us, but ignored, merely they will disclose entirely unheard of happenings and events, found in garbage cans, police files, hotel lobbies, seen in store windows and on the streets, and sensed in dreams and horrible accidents. An odor of crushed strawberries, a alphabetic character from a friend or a billboard selling Draino; three taps on the forepart door, a scratch, a sigh or a voice lecturing endlessly, a blinding staccato flash, a bowler hat—all will become materials for this new physical art.
The young creative person of today demand no longer say "I am a painter" or "a poet" or "a dancer." He is simply an "artist." All of life will exist open up to him He will find out of the ordinary things the meaning of ordinariness. He volition not try to make them extraordinary. Only their real meaning will be stated. But out of naught he will devise the extraordinary and and so perhaps nothingness too. People volition be delighted or horrified, critics will be confused or amused, simply these, I am sure, volition exist the alchemies of the 1960s.
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