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As a former museum educator, I was well aware of the “label readers” and was very careful how we wrote our labels. (We wrote labels that encouraged looking and engagement.) On a recent trip to MoMA I noticed many people taking pictures rather than looking. I don’t quite know what to make of this yet.
Ah! Now I know where my psychiatrist friend got this idea. One day when we were on a bike ride with his two year old behind him, he asked her, “Do you want to go to the park?” Answer, “No.” “Do you want to have some lunch?” “No.” “How about some ice cream?” “No.” Then he said, “Say ‘no’ to me Sally.” She became very confused.
As a writer, I intentionally employ confusion in at least two ways. One is to write in different surroundings; each change in the course of a long project forces me to get out of my head and adjust, shaking up the work. Another, with both myself and the reader in mind, is to make sure there is an element of surprise in nearly every paragraph — not an arbitrary shock, but a fine turn of phrase (a great metaphor, perhaps), a little-known fact, a switch in my point of view (self-questioning), unexpected humor. There are others. Employing any of these well depends on timing. The ice cream anecdote above wouldn’t have been so effective without the three inquiries and three “nos” preceding the surprising question. Good story-telling depends on good timing. I wonder how this corresponds to the making of visual art.
A comment on Judy Minor’s painting. Aside from the terrificly handled detail of the piece, please look closely beyond that at the composition. The connected lights and darks beyond mere natural shapes are wonderful. I don’t know Judy, but if she paints like this regularly..WOW!!
Dear Robert, I have to comment on character “Erickson” and his “confused handshake”. This is paramount to the guy who tells you there is a spot on your tie and when you look down he flips you in the nose and then laughs about it. This Doctor, doing this “trick” when someone simply puts out their hand in friendship is a terrible thing to do to an unknowing suspect. This guy is a Butthead! How would he know what sort of medical condition someone has upon meeting them. I don’t want to be in a “trance” state so someone can observe my reaction. I would be surprised if someone didn’t just wind up and clock this guy one! Then he can do a study about what people look like when he is laying on the ground! As far as people looking at art, at least they take a moment and look. That is all you can ever ask of anyone… John Ferrie
A week or so ago, in the Sunday NYT I read a piece about getting tired in galleries, and how exhausted people look when having to dash by something they might like to linger on, only because there was something ahead that they knew was there, and were aiming for. The main thing I took away from the article was his theory that the better or “more profound” the piece of art, or the show, the longer one needed to stop to gaze; and this necessary gazing, taking it in, processing it in one’s mind, the more exhausted one felt, and would be overcome by a blank tiredness; I forget his phrase for that — museum mind, or something? But, he said that when the art is second rate, not good enough, one could scan it without getting exhausted, as it didn’t require a monumental engagement. In historical museums, this super-exhaustion does not happen; one is able to wander about reading labels or whatever, without stopping to engage deeply in to commit it to one’s brain, and not getting tired.
True art is clear, straight from the heart, simple as the Sun , rising each morning in pink ~gold skies~ Art , understands emotions & believing in Life, it transforms Souls, open to its Wonders~
Well I’m the real deal and when I went to see an exhibition of Matisse’s work being shown in Amsterdam last year and I was confronted with the “Red Room”, I was suddenly completely overcome with real emotion collapsed on the floor burst into tears and had to be carried out of the building by my beloved husband.
A well crafted piece, can stun a chicken.
What you describe in the psychotherapy setting feels like manipulation where there ought first of all to be trust. I am inclined to apply the same standard to the relationship between myself as artist and the viewer.
Confusion! My favorite! I love creating an image that is partly recognizable from our visual experience, but then muddling things so that the viewer spends several moments, hopefully happy ones, trying to puzzle it out. Some of my work is based on the human face, which can be almost disguised into oblivion and people will still find it. Some other work is based on the forest around me; I mix up the trees and the spaces between them. People start following a tree trunk and it becomes a space…
Oh I don’t know if that handshake would put someone in a trance state. Most likely it would make them angry, because the handshake you describe is very very creepy. Psychiatrists and psychoanalysts have a long history of being “superior” to their patients, and of not helping them one little bit. This outright manipulation of the patient is right down their alley, and does not surprise me one bit. But regarding the Trance state when viewing Art. That is something amazing isn’t it? I think it deserves more study.
Thank you for your always inspiring and insightful notes on our art practice! They are always a delight for me. A correction on this one though- Milton Erickson was not a psychoanalyst but a psychiatrist and hypnotherapist. He was color blind and had to deal with polio on his late teens– all which may have contributed to the development of his non conventional hypnotherapy technique.
Unless I misunderstood completely, I was really taken aback at this post and am appalled that an artist of integrity would create a feeling of confusion between her/himself and the viewer. I agree with some of the posters that there is great difference between interesting surprises and demeaning tricks to deliberately create confusion and gain an upper hand. There is absolutely no confusion in the works of the great artists I admire. Their talent, hard work and honesty shine through clear as a cloudless day.
Poor Connie (above) is obviously not looking at modern art or is in denial of the methodology, conscious or unconscious, that goes on in artist’s studios every day. A lot of excellent art is loaded with “ambiguity, complexity, pattern interruption, insult, ignorance, contradiction, poor taste, shock, beguiling illusion, surprise, incompleteness and the propagation of riddle and mystery.”
Connie is watching too many Disney moves.
i just had the good fortune of seeing the DeKooning exhibit at MOMA NY (on view thru jan 12). staggeringly beautiful. it literally took my breath away. i don’t think this was the effect of one painting, but the cumulative effect of seeing a life’s work. a monumental achievement. a sense of awe? you bet. confusion? i’d have to say yes. most of the time i couldn’t say what he was getting at.
…but i don’t think de Kooning himself could say. i think each painting was more an exploration. i find most art that moves me is fraught with mystery.
Many years ago, when I first lived in London, I visited many of the great galleries. One day, I turned a corner (I think it was in the National) and at the end of a very long room, was a huge late-period Monet Waterlilies which filled the whole end wall. I could smell the water; was transfixed by the beauty and power of this enormous and utterly gorgeous work. After about 20 minutes, I was thrown out. Apparently, too much attention to one work is unhealthy. Later in life, in a gallery in Belgium, I sat with my partner in front of a huge (30 by 15 foot) Biblical epic by some unremembered local painter from the 19th century. It was a riot of people, animals, trees, rising moons, chaos, and confusion, and great fun. After a little while the (Francophone) guard came to ask, rather crossly, if we were disparaging his charge, as it was “tres important” to the town… And the gallery was built to house it. I think any truly great artisi changes the way you look at the world in subtle or other ways. This can be confusing, but oh! the pleasure!
Disparaging remarks are unnecessary when one disagrees with an opinion. This is a forum where everyone should feel free to express their opinions without being personally attacked. Those who made such remarks about Connie have shown their own ignorance.
Thanks Sarah for saying what you did. I agree that everyone is entitled to their own likes and dislikes and should not be disparaged because it is not someone else’s. Regarding the letter, I also like a little mystery, maybe not considered confusion, but something that makes people want to stay longer… or to come back again and find something they did not see the first time. Robert, your letters always make me think deeper!
Judy Minor’s “Nappers” is awesome. It took my breath away! I could look at it every day.
My favourite art gallery experience took place n 1969 at The Louisiana Museum of Modern Art in Denmark at a Calder exhibition. Calder had created a floor installation of terra cotta bowls of all different sizes in a haphazard pattern. Hanging above them was a ball which swung from the end of a cantilevered holder. As the ball swung over the bowls, it randomly clanged into the bowls, making lovely sounds of all different pitches. It took about five minutes for the revolutions to come to a halt. At first I was captivated watching and listening. Then, when the attendant swung the ball after it stopped, I began to watch the responses of people as they entered the gallery. They began by seeming mildly amused, then being transfixed, and then proceeding to watch the reactions of people just entering the space. It was truly a time/space/sound masterpiece. I have never forgotten it and am still filled with pleasure at the memory.
Thank you Sarah — I’m not insulted. Gavin and Anon — Thanks for sharing. Too bad you are unable to enter into a serious discussion. It might have been interesting.
Great forum. The greatest. Isn’t that the way it should be? Anyone can say anything they want? That’s how we learn and test our own prejudices.
As a psychotherapist I really need to weigh in on the “creepy handshake.” I work with a lot of trauma survivors and they often get triggered by someone’s actions. It is possible that the “trance” that Erickson describes is in fact dissociation, possibly because someone engaged in inappropriate sexual behavior with the person. There are many trauma survivors out there, and we need to be mindful of maintaining appropriate boundaries with others.
Nappers oil painting, 16 x 20 inches by Judy Minor, Aylmer, ON, Canada |
I LOVE Egon Scheile’s work! I went to a gallery recently to view a retrospective of William Delafield Cook. I asked an artist friend to come too. She strode through the gallery, barely stopping at each glorious work, sniffing that they were ‘like photographs’. No!!! I too, had walked in and looked and nearly cried with joy.