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‘The Conditions of Artistic Creation’ 1974 by T.J. Clark

 I could begin by saying that art history is in crisis, but that would have too strident a ring. Out of breath, in a state of genteel dissolution – those might be more appropriate verdicts. And in any case, in whatever form it was proposed, it would be such an ordinary diagnosis – stock accusation, stock deprecatory smile – that perhaps the first question to ask is this: why should art history’s problems matter? On what grounds could I ask anyone else to take them seriously?

To answer that question I have to remind you, remind myself, of that art history once was. There’s passage from Lukacs’s great essay of 1922, Reification and the Consciousness of the Proletariat, which sticks in my mind, and will to do conjure up an alien time:

‘And yet, as the really important historians of the nineteenth century such as Riegl, Dilthey and Dvorak could not fail to notice, the essence of history lies precisely in the changes undergone by those structural forms which are the focal points of man’s interaction with environment at any given moment and which determine the objective nature of both his inner and outer life. But this only becomes objectively possible (and hence can only be adequately comprehended) when the individuality, the uniqueness of an epoch or a historical figure, etc., is grounded in character of these structural forms, when it is discovered and exhibited in them and through them.’

That passage is haunting for several reasons. First of all it proposes a difficult and fertile thesis about history – it comes, of course, in the middle of an argument, and I don’t present it for use on its own – that art historians might care to contemplate again. But let’s leave that aside for the moment. Let’s simple look at that curious phrase, ‘the really important historians of the nineteenth century’, and the way the examples that come to mind include two art historians out of three names cited! What an age was this when Riegl and Dvorak were the real historians, worrying away at the fundamental questions – the conditions of consciousness, the nature of ‘representation’? and Lukacs could have looked around him in 1922 and pointed to the debate going on, unresolved, sharpened, often bitter.

The roll-call of names – Warburg, Wolfflin, Panofsky, Schlosser – is not what matters exactly. It is more the sense we have, reading the best art history of this period, of an agreement between protagonists as to what the important, unavoidable questions are. It is the way in which the most detailed research, the most arcane discoveries, lead back time and again towards the terrain of disagreement about the whole nature of artistic production. What are the conditions of artistic creation? (Is that word ‘creation’ allowable anyway? Should we substitute for it the notions of production or signification?) What are the artist’s resources, and what do we mean when we talk of an artist’s materials – is it a matter, primarily, of technical resources, or pictorial tradition, or a repertory of ideas and the means to give them form? Clearly – convenient answer, which has become the common wisdom now – it is all three: but is there a hierarchy among them, do some ‘materials’ determine the use of others? Is that hierarchy fixed?

It seems to me that these questions have been scrapped by art history now. And perhaps we ought to ask what made it possible to pose them at all, to ask them of dense, particular evidence. And why did the problems die? Why are we left with caricatures of certain proposals in an ongoing debate, arguments the have been miraculously turned into ‘methods’ – formal analysis, ‘iconography’? We won’t answer those questions by sanctifying the past, and that is the last thing I want to do. Heaven knows, one is tired of the old stories of the great generation – beautiful Wolfflin, Riegl and his carpets, etc. I don’t want to add to that abstraction, and one thing we badly need is an archaeology of the subject in its heroic period: a critical history, uncovering assumptions and allegiances. But nevertheless, we need to rediscover the kind of thinking that sustained art history at that time.

In part it really is just this: a mode of argument, a habit of mind. Take this example from Panofsky’s marvelous Perspective as Symbolic Form, published in 1925. He is talking here about the ambiguity of perspective, the way it makes the visual world objective, measurable, and yet makes it dependent on the most subjective point of reference, the single all-seeing eye:

‘It mathematizes…visual space, but it is still visual space that it mathematizes; it is an ordering, but an ordering of visual appearance. And in the end it is hardly more than a question of emphasis whether the charge against perspective is that it condemns “true being” to the appearance of things seen or that it binds the free and, as it were, spiritual intuition of form to the appearance of things seen. Through this location of the artist’s subject in the sphere of the phenomenal, the perspective view closes to religious art the territory of magic within which the work of art is itself the wonder worker…but it opens to religious art…the territory of the vision, within which the wonderful becomes an immediate experience of the spectator…'

That is a dialectical thinking, with all the strength of dialectic – its power to open up a field of enquiry, to enable certain questions to be asked. And Panofsky’s essay is full – inconveniently full – of the same mode of discourse: whether he is arguing that the Middle Age’s negation of spatial illusion is ‘the condition for the truly modern view of space’, or wondering why it is that innovation is so often bound up with a renunciation of previous achievements, with primitivism, setbacks, reversals, ‘so that we see Donatello emerging not from the faded classicism of the followers of Arnolfo but from a definite tendency towards Gothic revival’.

In the best art-historical circles now, this mode of thinking is scorned – a Hegelian habit, juvenile exercises that Panofsky grew out of. On the contrary, I believe they are what kept his thinking alive; and the absence of them – in the dreary professional literature of perspective that follows – is what produces loss of problems, loss of the problems’ dimensions. It is odd how reactionaries of Right and Left present as their clinching case, these days, the same caricature of Hegel – a cardboard idealist Hegel, a Christian Hegel, Hegel without ‘the love and labour of the particular’. In art history – and, I believe, elsewhere – it is precisely the Hegelian legacy that we need to appropriate: to use, criticize, reformulate. To do any of those things, we shall need to disinter it. We shall need, apart form anything else, a massive work of translation. What kind of situation is it where my working copy of Riegl’s Spatromische Kunstindustrie [text 9, 1901] is a miserable abridged Italian version? Why are Dvorak, Warburg, even Burckhardt in the role of art historian, still locked inside their mother tongue? Because of snobbery and lassitude, I suspect; and an understandable fear of the texts in question.

Up to now I have been talking, deliberately, about the past. But the question is, of course, how did the past disappear? How was it that those questions, that paradigm, got lost?

There are many answers, and some of them I shall avoid, with a kind of fastidiousness. I don’t propose to discuss the way in which art history became manservant of the art market, checking dates for the dealers, providing pedigrees for rich collectors – though I’m surrounded by evidence of the stupidity, and straightforward corruption, that resulted. Kurt Forster has written elsewhere of the way in which art history became the vehicle for reach-me-down notions of taste, order and the good life, ‘compensatory history’ for the Bildungsburgertum [cultured society]. (I relished the moment, some years ago now, when a vice-chancellor’s wife was pictured sitting on a camp-stool on the steps of an occupied university building, with a copy of a well-known art history book displayed on her lap: it was part of her protest, she told an enthusiastic local press, ‘against militantism and in favour of civilization’.)

These are, so to say, external problems – crucial, but unsavoury. And it seems as if art history hardly needed prodding, as if it was ready to fall apart at the seams. Iconography is the notorious example: in a generation it has declined from a polemic about tradition and its forms, an argument over the conditions in which an artist encountered an ideology, into desultory theme-chasing – 100 pictures of the Noble Savage, with fifty early blast furnaces thrown in. And that is only the most obvious case of a general decomposition.
Why? Because, as I have hinted already, the terms in which the paradigm problems were posed were incapable of renovation. We have to discover ways of putting the questions in a quite different form, and that is where the social history of art – my brief, my ‘speciality’ – comes in. It ought to be clear by now that I’m not interested in the social history of art as part of a cheerful diversification of the subject, taking its place alongside the other varieties – formalist, ‘modernist’, sub Freudian, filmic, feminist, ‘radical’, all of them hot-foot in pursuit of the New. For diversification, read disintegration. And what we need is the opposite: concentration, the possibility of argument instead of this deadly coexistence, a means of access to the old debates. That is what the social history of art has to offer: it is the place where the questions have to be asked in the old way.

That can look deceptively simple: it cannot be done merely by shifting one’s ground. True enough, the old questions of art history were structured around certain beliefs, certain unquestioned presuppositions: the notion of the Artist, of the artist as ‘creator’ of the work, the notion of a pre-existent feeling – for form, for space, of the world as God’s or the gods’ creation – which the work was there to ‘express’. These beliefs eroded the subject; they turned questions into answers; they ruled out of court, for instance, any history of the conditions of artistic production. (The great paragraph in The German Ideology on Raphael and the division of labour – which adumbrates a whole history of art as work – was ignored by Marxist and anti-Marxist alike.) And needless to say the beliefs – the sheer vulgar metaphysic – are all that present-day art history is left with; the actual work that Riegl or Panofsky did, against the grain of the concepts they used, has been put aside.

To escape from this situation, it seems to me we need a work of theory and practice. We need facts – about patronage, about art dealing, about the status of the artist, the structure of artistic production – but we need to know what questions to ask of the material. We need to import a new set of concepts, and keep them in being – build them into the method of work. Let me indicate, briefly, the kind of questions I mean.

The first kind of question has to do with the relation between the work of art and its ideology. I mean by ideologies (the concept seems to me to be indelibly plural, though all ideologies feed off each other and share the same function) those bodies of beliefs, images, values and techniques of representation by which social classes, in conflict with each other, attempt to ‘naturalize’ their particular histories. All ideologies claim for a quite specific, and disputable, relation to the means of production a quality of inevitability, a seat in human nature. They take as their material the real constraints and contradictions of a given historical situation – they are bound to, otherwise what content would they have, what would they be for? –but they generalize the repressions, imagine the contradictions solved.

The work of art stands in a quite specific relation to these ideological materials. Ideology is what the picture is, and what the picture is not. (We might say that ‘style’ is the form of ideology: and that indicates the necessity and the limitations of a history of styles.) Ideology is the dream-content, without the dream work. And even though the work itself – the means and materials of artistic production – is determinate, fixed within ideological bounds, permeated by ideological assumptions; even so, the fact that work is done is crucial. Because the work takes a certain set of technical procedures and traditional forms, and makes them the tools with which to alter ideology – to transcribe it, to represent it. This can be anodyne, illustration: we are surrounded by duplicates of ideology: but the process of work creates the space in which, at certain moments, an ideology can be appraised. The business of ‘fitting’ ideological materials most tightly, most completely into the forms and codes which are appropriate to the technical materials at hand is also a process of revealing the constituents – the historical, separable constituents, normally hidden beneath the veil of naturalness ideological materials. It is a means of testing them, of examining their grounds.

Take Vermeer, for me a kind of touchstone – of quality, clearly, but also of the elusiveness of this process at its most intense. It seems to me that Vermeer’s work exploits the fact that any ideology is by its nature incoherent: its parts do not fit; its expanding generalizations cannot quite coexist with any one image, with any precision (and the precision itself is always partial, always made out of ideology) in the materials you work with. What we attend to in Vermeer is the subtle – infinitely subtle – lack of synchronization between two different interiors, which ideology wants us to believe are consonant: between the space and furnishing of those ascetic, gaudy rooms and the space and furnishing of a particular gaze, a particular inner life.

Or again, what holds us is our sense, on the one hand, that vision in these pictures is unproblematic, under control (with the help, naturally, of the latest mechanical aids); on the other, as we look further, that the visible is a tissue of improbabilities, strangeness, losses of focus, looming nearness, unreadable shifts in space. Light itself is offered to us here, as nowhere else, as something neutral and ineffable; and yet even light is allowed into these rooms, even its clarity is presented to us as the technical achievement it was – the unflawed glass, the uncluttered decor.

This is the beginning of an account: I’m well aware of its deficiencies. But I offer it as an example of the kind of relationship we are dealing with – just how problematic, and yet how capable of point-by-point description, the contact of work and ideology might be.

I have hardly space to indicate the other kind of question which belongs to the social history of art. It is this: what exactly were the conditions and relations of artistic production in a specific case? Just why are these particular ideological materials used, and not others? Just what determined this particular encounter of work and ideology. When I called these another kind of question from the first, I didn’t mean to imply any rigid distinction. On the contrary, you cannot pull them apart from the others I have described: I would go so far as to say, in the face of derision from the semiologists, that one question cannot be asked at all without the other. I do not believe, for instance, that we can even identify the work’s ideology without asking questions of this Kind.

Where do they lead us? Towards a description, a close description of the class identity of the worker in question, and the ways in which this identity made certain ideological materials available and disguised others, made certain materials workable and others completely intractable, so that they stick out like sore thumbs, unassimilated. Towards an account of how the work took on its public form – what its patrons wanted, what its audience perceived. To find that out, we have to look for the wordless appropriation of the work which sometimes leaves its traces in the margins of the critics’ discourse, in the dealers’ records, in the casual transmutation of a title as the picture passes from hand to hand.

All of these questions lead back to the territory beyond ideology: they indicate the materials out of which ideology is made, and unmade; they remind us that the idea of a specific ideological ‘instance’ is nonsense – it is of the essence of ideology to be unstable, protean, omnipresent but nowhere, using everything and altering nothing, alternately a content and a form. For the same kind of reasons, though, this would have to be a separate argument. I believe that access to ideology is always incomplete – and it is the lack of finish that counts, in our explanation of an artist’s production. The notion of the ‘representative’ artist, who gives us a complete depiction of the ‘possible consciousness’ of a class – a notion dear to a certain brand of Marxist history – seems to me a figment. (It’s their constant awareness of these facts that makes Walter Benjamin’s work on Baudelaire or Sartre’s Conscience de classe chez Flaubert so much more useful than most of their ‘scientific’ opponents.)

What we are considering at this point is the conditions in which a certain ‘subjectivity’ – utterly false, utterly undeniable – was constituted and given form. No topic, of course, is more open to an ideological treatment; it is here that the old concepts come crowding back, insistent, ingratiating, promising keys to the mystery. And yet, if it could be done properly, no enquiry could tell us more about how ideologies work.

That, after all, is the scope of art history’s ambitions. Or it was, and it ought to be.

Time Literary Supplement, 24 May 1974, pp.561-2.

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