{"id":7091,"date":"2016-08-22T14:17:05","date_gmt":"2016-08-22T14:17:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thedorseypost.com\/?p=7091"},"modified":"2016-08-21T19:10:45","modified_gmt":"2016-08-21T19:10:45","slug":"caillebottes-inner-necessity","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thedorseypost.com\/?p=7091","title":{"rendered":"Paris polarities"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Snow Effect, Gustave Caillebotte, Musee d’Orsay<\/p><\/div>\n

She’s got a pleasant elevation . . . she’s drifting this way and that<\/em><\/strong>
\nnot touching the ground at all, and she’s<\/em>
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It was a delight to find a brief, astute essay from Donald Kuspit on the French painter, Gustave Caillebotte, in the current issue of\u00a0American Art Quarterly<\/em>. He writes about Caillebotte’s ambiguous position as a painter during the Second Empire in France. Kuspit improvises like a virtuoso on his central topic: Caillebotte’s “revolutionary” use of perspective to juxtapose indoor and outdoor space as a way of visualizing the individual’s plight during the modernization of France under the heavy-handed reign of its latest emperor. He embraced the revolutionary natural light of the Impressionists without losing\u00a0a structured perspective antithetical to their work in order to create a sense of indoor intimacy even in his outdoor images. The viewer often floats slightly above his scenes, looking down, levitating just off the ground, like Icarus at the start of his escape from the maze, not quite ready to fly.<\/p>\n

Kuspit plays with these themes and weaves them in subtle and elusive ways, but his central point is that Caillebotte was creating a vision of Paris in which the intimate and personal\u2014the quiet calibrations of a disappearing way of life\u2014were contending with the required conformities of a modernizing society. When outdoors, people in his paintings seem to inhabit a protective and portable zone of intimacy\u2014it may be only as big as the shadow of an umbrella\u2014caged by a grid of architectural uniformity stretching endlessly into the distance. It’s a polarity out of Anton Chekhov: the emerging and crass middle class, grasping its new money, encircles and infiltrates the withering aristocracy\u2014here the new architecture of Paris serves the role of invasive captor. Yet Caillebotte was both an independently wealthy member of the haute bourgeoisie\u00a0and<\/em>\u00a0a defender of a human scale of life confined by the economic growth. Members of his own circle usually provide the focal point of his paintings\u2014and they are those who are profiting from that growth and change. He identifies with them, while Chekhov stays at one remove from his grasping, climbing\u00a0arrivistes.<\/em>\u00a0Like Manet, this painter found his place on the threshold between past and future, and his work emerged from an allegiance to both.<\/p>\n

That is what makes Caillebotte rewarding when subjected to intellectual scrutiny like Kuspit’s, the impression he gives of a divided fidelity, a delicate balance. As Kuspit summarizes it:<\/p>\n

The emotional and spatial differences that inform Caillebotte’s paintings climax, as it were, in the much-noted difference between his handling: the “flat,” “dry,” “academic” surface and linear clarity of his indoor paintings has led some art historians to label him a conventional realist, while the “animated,” “wet,” “anti-academic” surface of his outdoor paintings have led other art historians to label him an Impressionist . . . sometimes this doubleness happened in the same picture . . .<\/p>\n

Yet I’m uneasy with Kuspit’s thesis when he implies that Caillebotte’s use of perspective is somehow a\u00a0rebellion against a tide of conformity turning Paris into a modern, alienating city. His perspective is “oddly impulsive and unpredictable . . . insulting and offensive, intruding on the bourgeois Paris of Napoleon III, just as Impressionism intruded upon academic realism, the preferred mode of the official Salon and the bourgeois patrons of art.” Kuspit is so adroit with his theme he can get you to nod through this, though I find little in these paintings that insults or offends my sense of reality. Kuspit is\u00a0more persuasive when he synthesizes the dichotomies into the sense of hope that actually dwells in these paintings: all that modernization was actually making life better. The world has become\u00a0oppressive\u00a0in some ways, under the dictatorial\u00a0reign of the Second Empire, but overall things were getting better.<\/p>\n

There is a disjointed look to Caillebotte’s paintings\u2014the parts don’t neatly relate. His men and women inhabit different emotional spaces, just as his closed and open spaces have a different emotional tone, as do his bright outdoor light and dimmer indoor light. They’re all implicitly estranged, yet unavoidably together in the new Paris, suggesting that they can be made new, or at least made better, as the remaking of Paris made it a better place to live.<\/p>\n

Caillebotte’s use of perspective conveys almost a sense of weightlessness and his paintings rarely feel oppressive or critical as much as bemused and almost opportunistically clever in exploiting what’s there all around him: he sees all that impersonal architecture as a natural way to create pictorial structure. His scenes mostly bring me a sense of relief and make me feel the possibility of private freedom in a public world that is anything but liberating. But perhaps that’s Kuspit’s point. The academics would have objected to the instability of this playful use of levitated perspective which frees the viewer. This idiosyncrasy of his as a painter might have been seen as an affront\u2014individual quirks are effectively a\u00a0departure from\u00a0the norm.<\/p>\n

He writes, “I am suggesting that Caillebotte was neither an academic realist nor an anti-academic Impressionist, but a critical realist. He conflated both modes to convey the tension between conformity and nonconformity\u2014bourgeois art and avant-garde art . . . ”<\/p>\n

It’s ironic how, with the passage of time, the revolutionary movement of Impressionism became the ultimate “bourgeois” art, offering some of the most crowd-pleasing and popular images ever painted, anchoring lucrative tent-pole museum exhibitions for many years now. There’s a good reason for this:\u00a0Impressionism is true to human experience.<\/em>\u00a0Impressionism conveys the way the world actually looks to the quick, moving eye\u2014the living eye. The significance of this art for viewers\u00a0now<\/em>\u00a0has little to do with its position in art history, but with lasting qualities of human nature. Impressionism was a\u00a0discovery<\/em>\u00a0more than an innovation. It imitates how we actually see the world when we are busy making our way through it. And this is something that holds true both then and now, again irrespective of art history\u2014what is most spiritually valuable in art is what transcends its historical situation. (By contrast what makes some paintings so\u00a0expensive<\/em>, as opposed to genuinely worthy,\u00a0can be\u00a0the role they play in relation to the\u00a0official\u00a0history of painting.) Caillebotte’s work will outlast any interest in its relation to art history, because what his best paintings convey is nearly inexpressible, and remains now precisely\u00a0what it was\u00a0when he painted them.<\/p>\n

My sense is that he wasn’t consciously rankling against the formal restrictions of both academic painting and the new impersonal world rising up around him, but he saw and painted images that answered\u00a0to an instinctive personal need, like Cezanne’s, to anchor his contemporary images with qualities of work already in the museums. In other words, to anchor\u00a0what was new around him\u00a0with what remains always true in art, regardless of when it’s created. For both artists, this meant a reliance on geometrical structure, though I’ve always thought it’s far less obvious in Cezanne, despite the fact that his theories on this provided\u00a0the seeds for Cubism. The architecture of the world around him gave Caillabotte a way to construct complex images with geometric unity. This was all instinctive, an imperative to stay away from the Impressionist haze in which objects melt into a pleasant miasma of light. (Kuspit says all of this from a different angle.) Yet this wasn’t so much a way of creating sociological commentary on modern life but his response to what is for an artist an\u00a0almost physical need\u00a0to create soundly structured pictures. If the sociological implications follow, for a critic improvising ideas around these images, fine. The images themselves arose from inarticulate\u00a0imperatives. (Images that don’t arise that way hold little power.)<\/p>\n

\"ParisSo what does Caillabotte actually convey? In his most famous painting,\u00a0Paris Street, Rainy Day,<\/em>\u00a0he does everything Kuspit describes: it’s almost a diptych, with the painting on the right intimate and personal, the pedestrians walking to join the viewer, maybe for conversation. The painting on the left is a maze of looming and receding planes, the rising apartment walls uniformly styled, the same dull, repetitive shapes everywhere, like wallpaper. Yet on the left, paradoxically, the light invitingly melts across the cobbles of a\u00a0drenched street. You can almost smell the ozone. The impersonal labyrinth of the city glows with light and the joy of that fresh air. Everything seems possible in that vast, open and glowing space. You want to lose yourself in it. The cozier imaginary “room” that contains the approaching walkers seems to become more and more intimate as you feel them coming toward you, and also more and more cramped. The canyons to the left pull your eye away into an indefinite distance while the cluster of individuals on the right feel like a bubble of companionship moving freely through the city. The lamp post running down the center of the painting hinges the diptych, and the two halves do feel almost like alternate visions of French urban life, one collective and the other personal, but they also fuse into one, with the gentleman’s top hat working like the hole in a phonograph record: everything circles around this eccentric axis formed by the individual who moves through the world to take it all in. Everything is unified, and the interlocked images give you a sense of elation and renewal, exactly the feeling of walking out onto fragrant wet pavement in the summer after a thunderstorm. You see it all as if you are hovering a foot off the ground, floating, a little high, both literally and figuratively. The painting seems to say there’s a regimented order everywhere here, but look at how much room there is to move.<\/p>\n

This is the track Kuspit is following.\u00a0Yet, as with all art criticism, this is a way of talking\u00a0around<\/em>\u00a0the actual work this painting, or any other painting, is doing. It’s a way of mastering the image with words, and words operate in a fragmented way a visual image is able to bypass completely. Most art criticism describes what a critic thinks about the painting, or about painting in general, and serves as a commentary that essentially circles the image, jabbering away, while the great painting long ago did its work, silently, requiring little or no intellectual clarification. Tom Wolfe, in\u00a0The Painted Word<\/em>, lamented how, as he saw it, art turned a corner toward words and ideas in the 20th<\/sup>\u00a0century and away from the true work of a visual medium, which was exclusively visual. What, exactly, can be conveyed visually, but not through spoken language, remains essentially beyond the reach of language\u2014and thought. When analytical thought addresses a visual medium, it avoids the truth that there essentially is no language to describe what’s at work in a painting. You can describe in some degree how it works, but not what it delivers. And painting which offers little grist for deconstruction\u2014Impressionism for example\u2014is then denigrated as work devoted to “sensation,” or “emotion,” or, of course, mere “impressions” and “appearances” implying that the\u00a0real labor of art is much deeper, rising up from ideas, and social or political commitment, and so on, all in terms that offer a feast for the intellect. Art can effectively illustrate or embody ideas, but the ability to yoke visual images to intellectual content isn’t what makes painting unique among all the arts.<\/p>\n

Kuspit, our greatest art critic alongside Danto, works brilliantly toward his conclusions about Caillabotte and they are accurate, if you study the paintings and are willing to pigeonhole an individual within his own “ism”: he was neither an inconsistent Impressionist nor an academic realist, but a “critical realist” someone who conveyed the socially repressive regime of Napoleon III, as well as the ways in which this dictator was actually making life better\u2014at the price of conformity.\u00a0Go along to get along, and everything will be fine.<\/em>\u00a0We’re led to think this is the\u00a0guiding\u00a0idea at the heart of this\u00a0painter’s work,\u00a0what makes him superior to mere Impressionism. As a way of deconstructing Caillabotte, his argument is airtight. All along, he is\u00a0intellectualizing the work, so that it becomes grist for thought, ignoring the way in which pictures work subconsciously, directly, conveying far more than analytical thought can objectify. He certainly isn’t alone. It’s what nearly all art criticism, as a discipline,\u00a0does<\/em>. It’s what’s happening here, as I write these words. Behind all of this is a turning way from the power of painting to convey the essentially intangible\u00a0isness<\/em>\u00a0of a human life’s passage through time, and those moments when time intersects with what’s eternal\u2014something far more encompassing than any particular ideas the work of art can be intended to express. It does all\u00a0this in a strictly visual way, without the need for reasoning. Visual art is\u00a0not<\/em>\u00a0an intellectual activity; but to admit this\u00a0leaves a critic with little to do. Along with most critics, Kuspit is quietly leading the reader to exactly the opposite conclusion and using Caillabotte to lure us down the path, implicitly denigrating Impressionism as a straw man, in contrast with Caillabotte’s sophistication.<\/p>\n

He says that Caillabotte’s unique sense of perspective and pictorial structure elevates his work above Impressionism: Caillabotte creates an “intelligible” picture while the Impressionists weren’t intellectuals. My italics here:<\/p>\n

His repeated use of perspective makes the point clearly: perspective is an\u00a0intellectual<\/em>\u00a0device\u2014a\u00a0rational<\/em>\u00a0way of structuring and stabilizing space and reflectively constructing an intelligible picture\u2014and the Impressionists slowly but surely eliminated it, perhaps unwittingly but inevitably undermined it, for “impressions” are not seen in perspective, nor do they exist in perspective, nor are they\u00a0intellectual<\/em>\u00a0phenomena.<\/p>\n

Caillabotte\u00a0is not only being\u00a0intellectualized here,\u00a0he\u00a0himself is now seen as an intellectual using paint to\u00a0communicate\u00a0his ideas about society.\u00a0Not only that, he’s a postmodernist to boot: his perspective destabilizes everything so that “it may inhabit a place, as it were, but it is not bound to any place, for it relentlessly moves off the bridge into the streets in the background, and, implicitly, into the infinity beyond them.” There is no true perspective, no place to anchor oneself in an entirely alienating world . . . it is all relative.<\/p>\n

All of this is grounded convincingly\u00a0in what\u00a0Kuspit has observed\u00a0in the work–his argument is fully supported and sound. Given\u00a0the terms of his argument, he’s absolutely right. And yet none of it addresses what seems most valuable and least expressible in the paintings themselves. That’s the rub.<\/p>\n

Of all Caillabotte’s paintings, my favorite is entitled\u00a0Snow Effect.<\/em>\u00a0Here the perspective is probably as elevated as he ever got it, an extreme version of what Kuspit describes: the viewer could be on a rooftop, several stories up, looking down at a residential neighborhood, floating slightly above it all. Or, as David Byrne put it, the viewer could be in the process of\u00a0“rising up above the earth.” It appears everyone else is fast asleep in the heart of winter. It could be Christmas morning, but I’m guessing any old morning in December or January, a dark dawn, all the fires having gone out overnight\u2014not a wisp of smoke rising from the chimneys and stove pipes. The rigorous, regulated patterns of the public streets he usually paints give way to a personable jumble of Second Empire architecture, mansard roofs and shallow dormers. A human scale has been restored to everything in view, all the housing seen from his upper window or balcony. A dark pipe rises up above\u00a0a chimney in exactly the center of the canvas\u2014like the small hand of a clock pointing toward twelve, and it anchors everything around it, like the lamp in\u00a0Paris Street, Rainy Day,<\/em>\u00a0and here it likewise\u00a0emphasizes the scene’s asymmetry. The streets zigzag through the homes seemingly in random patterns and everything huddles together, as if for warmth, no lights glowing yet in any windows, but a few people are probably stirring without having yet lit a stove. The artist looks out at a pleasingly disordered world, his familiar and beloved neighborhood, in which every building has its own character and personality, like its inhabitants, and so his block is dark, cold, forbidding and yet silently lovely. You want to go out with him and wander, if only to hear your own solitary, snow-muffled footsteps as you crunch aimlessly through the snow. And then you come home to find all those snowy roofs banking sunlight up through your windows onto your ceiling, a perfect light for finishing a painting. It’s a cold, dark winter day, but when you see it in this work, you feel utterly at home in the truth of the ordinary human experience it conveys\u2014the great beauty of an imperfect world perfectly shown. You love your life a little more for having seen it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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