My recurring problem with Kandel’s seven chapters about art
is that he always seems to be clumsily forcing a science-relevant interpretation onto
the paintings that he examines.
He gives very little evidence of “the ongoing dialogue between art and science
that had its origins in fin-de-siècle Vienna ”
– beyond noting that Klimt once put some microscopic-cell-like forms into
Adele’s magnificent dress.
Usually his reasoning runs something like this:
Artist-X expressed feelings
Scientist-Y studied feelings or how they are communicated
Therefore there is a dialogue between the artists like
X and the scientists like Y.
His three artists, Klimt,
Kokoschka, and Schiele were progressively more interested in themselves than
anything else
He asserted that “each brought to his work a scientific
curiosity about mind and emotion that was characteristic of Vienna 1900” --- but that’s only if a
scientific kind of curiosity is not distinguishable from any other. Can’t one be very curious about how various kinds
of things might look and feel without any interest in making or proving
scientific hypotheses ? I certainly am.
His chapters on each of his three artists were fascinating
to me – but that’s because I knew so little about them. None of them are on display in The Art Institute of Chicago. (I'm going to the Neue Gallerie in New York next week end to check them out)
Rather than grafting them onto a history of psychology and
neuro-biology, I wish he had developed a discussion that encompassed the other
European modernists of the first 15 years of the 20th Century –
especially those working in Paris . But that’s really the job of an art
historian, and Kandel's expertise lies elsewhere.
So why did this distinguished neuro-biologist write so much about Viennese modernist painters, anyway?
As he explains in his preface, he feels personally connected
to that city.
But also I think it’s because his soul has not been
satisfied with the tedious attention to details that is required for serious
scientific inquiry.
He wants to contemplate the important issues of human experience as presented by artist/prophets, not just the guys with white lab coats and big microscopes.
Maybe life is too
short to be very good at doing both – or maybe, he just hasn't been able to devote much of his time to looking and thinking about art. His knowledge of art seems to be painfully dependent on the Art History 101 kind of text books.
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Strangely enough, the above piece felt far less gorgeous in person than would be suggested by the above photograph - probably because of the lighting applied by the photographer.
And a life size painting has a very different effect when it's seen life size: poor Adele Bloch-Bauer's distant pale face seems overwhelmed by the massive eruption beneath it.
A screen size reproduction makes her feel more glamorous.
While the original of this Kokoshka portrait has such a commanding presence -- far more engaging than the reproduction might suggest.
All three (or was it four?) of the Kokoshka paintings in the Neue jumped off the wall with the personality of the sitter -- though, like the sitters themselves, I'm not sure I'd want to live with them.
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And now for a report on my trip to the Neue Galerie
Strangely enough, the above piece felt far less gorgeous in person than would be suggested by the above photograph - probably because of the lighting applied by the photographer.
And a life size painting has a very different effect when it's seen life size: poor Adele Bloch-Bauer's distant pale face seems overwhelmed by the massive eruption beneath it.
A screen size reproduction makes her feel more glamorous.
While the original of this Kokoshka portrait has such a commanding presence -- far more engaging than the reproduction might suggest.
All three (or was it four?) of the Kokoshka paintings in the Neue jumped off the wall with the personality of the sitter -- though, like the sitters themselves, I'm not sure I'd want to live with them.
But actually, the highlight of my trip to the Neue Galerie were the four Kandinsky panels borrowed from M.O.M.A. for a special exhibit. Painted in 1914 for the apartment of Edwin R. Campbell, they were contemporary with some of the best work by Klimt, Schiele, and Kokoshka, and seem, to me, to share a scientist's wonder at the kaleidescopic diversity of the natural world.
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