NUDE ART CRITICISM

When Cy Twombly's painting,  Say Goodbye, Catullus, to the Shores of Asia Minor (1994) was exhibited in Houston, a visitor to the museum was so moved by the painting that she took off her clothes and danced naked in front of it. She later wrote, “The painting makes me want to run naked."

When Clyfford Still's painting, 1975-J, went on display in Colorado...

 

... a visitor to the museum was so affected by the painting that she pulled down her pants, rubbed her bare bottom up against the painting and slid her way down to the floor (where she urinated).

I agree with their judgment that the Twombly painting is superior to the Still painting.  Nevertheless, we shouldn't overlook the fact that nude criticism suffers from some inherent ambiguities and is therefore susceptible to being misconstrued. 

For example, a young woman critiqued Gustave Courbet’s infamous 1866 painting L’origine du monde, by hoisting her dress up above her waist and sitting on the museum floor in front of the painting with her legs spread. (NSFW).

 

Her action may have sensitized some visitors to the oppressive colonialist patriarchy responsible for such paintings.  However, a disturbing percentage of the crowd seemed to miss the point entirely, and happily applauded or pulled out their cameras.

Perhaps for this reason, the woman felt it necessary to return to the old fashioned written word, going back to the museum to deface the painting by scrawling "Me too" on it.

Art criticism written in words has a more direct, literal meaning than symbolic nude criticism.  It eliminates a lot of ambiguity.  But of course, ambiguity can be a desirable thing when the critic is a nitwit.  

ILLUSTRATING THE END OF THE WORLD

Once upon a time, magazines had such high budgets for illustrations that they could commission illustrators to muse about the end of the world. 

For example, Life magazine paid artist Rockwell Kent to imagine four different scenarios for the end of life on earth.  Life's editors explained that an artist's interpretations "suggest reality much more forcefully than a scientist's six-lettered formula:"

The loss of heat

The loss of gravity

Collision with a meteor

Solar flares

Coronet Magazine commissioned a similar set of speculations from illustrator Chesley Bonestell:

In the years following these illustrations, scientists discovered that the universe is expanding at an increasing pace, which points to a totally different ending.  It now seems that the universe is likely to dissipate to a state of maximum entropy-- a cold, empty void where individual subatomic particles become so spread out they will no longer be capable of sustaining life or heat.  In the distant future, form will no longer exist. 

Fortunately, today's illustrators are up to the challenge of illustrating a formless, empty void.  Some publications now substitute photographs for illustrations, but wish to imply that human creativity continues to play a role in the process.  To achieve this result, they add pointless random squiggles around the photograph.

These are excellent illustrations of the dissipation of form at the end of the world.

JOSEPH CLEMENT COLL: THE ENEMY OF CROSS HATCHING

I've said some unkind things here about cross hatching-- those intersecting lines that are used to add tone to a drawing.

Artists who aspire to something higher use line more descriptively, to add dimension, contribute vitality, describe form, or make some other kind of artistic statement.  Cross hatching, like stippling, is the kind of busy work that might be delegated to an apprentice, or even replaced by zipatone.

To illustrate my point, look at what the brilliant Joseph Clement Coll did where lesser artists might have used cross hatching.

Compare the vigor in these details (blown up larger than the orignals) with the quiescence of regular cross hatching.  Even when we step back and can no longer detect these tiny details, the whole drawing remains infused with energy:

In a generation of great line artists, Coll was one of the best.