Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Sackcloth and Ashes


Damn you Joseph, this is all your fault.




The subject is: Art and the holier-than-thou approach that actually perverts only your own soul and experiences, and saves no one.



Scenario 1: First day of a college-level art history class, the teacher puts up a slide of “The Rape of Persephone” by Giardon. The teacher then procedes to inform the class that the human figure is so paramount to the development of art that even BYU is not going to have a curriculum that doesn’t include some nudes. A few students stand up and leave the class immediately, shaking their heads and hiking their self-righteousness up higher onto their shoulder.



Scenario 2: An art history book is bought second-hand at the bookstore for a class and, after it’s brought home, it’s discovered that on every applicable page of the book various cartoon stickers (obviously left over from someone’s scrapbooking project) have been placed on prints of masterpieces wherever “offensive” bits of anatomy are being displayed. When the new owner flicks to the title page again to find out what the hell is going on, they find that in addition to the title “Art Through the Ages” there’s a neatly written subscript just below that says “edited by Paul’s mom, because she loves him.”



You should be aware that when both of these scenarios occurred, it produced a strange physiological reaction from me. Lots of sputtering and fist smacking and red-faced evil eyes, with half-formed words spewing out of my mouth. It wasn’t pretty, it was even humorous to some, but most tragically it wasn’t a coherent way to communicate. This will be my attempt to provide a more structured demonstration of my frustrations, in hopes that I can let you understand why I react so violently.



Nudity is not always about sex. Even when it is in reference to sex, this does not make it automatically pornographic. The Greeks devoted themselves almost exclusively to the depiction of the nude because they believed that they were formed in the image of the gods, and that to carve out a perfect model of the heroic physique was to celebrate all of the beauty and gifts the gods had given them in life.



Renaissance artists who revisited the nude form pinpointed a place in history when man’s mind chose to shun the medieval belief that this life was only a trial to be endured, and instead became open to the infinite possibilities of mankind’s potential: embracing our time on earth as one of discovery and knowledge. The flat depictions of medieval art gave way to vibrant anatomically accurate forms that showed an arrival of perception, and a hope for growth. The use of the nude at that time demonstrates a celebration of man’s own great potential, and it was that attitude that made the Renaissance one of the single brightest moments in our entire earth’s history.



The nude (and let us be clear here that there is a difference between nudes and naked people) is important. More than that, it’s beautiful. It evokes emotion, it gives clues to the ideals and dreams a civilization had, and it’s mastery is the highest level of skill an artist can demonstrate. And if people refuse to--or are incapable of---being able to distinguish between the intent behind the creation of The Discus Thrower and a Playboy pinup, not only are they showing a shocking level of ignorance and lack of judgment, but I genuinely believe that they are causing themselves irrevocable damage to their souls and their outlook of the world.



Because if you can’t discern that one photo is exploitative and an ugly distortion of the human form while the other sculpture is a celebration of the strength and capabilities of man, then you are bringing ugliness and perversion into the world. It cuts both ways—thoughts are as powerful as actions, and when you see ugliness where there is none, you have made yourself a darker place to reside in. You have shut out potential enlightenment and inspiration, and instead remain sullenly determined to view only the worst intentions in people.



So go ahead and glory in how much more ‘sensitive’ you are to evil influences, how you are just so much more pure because your constitution can’t handle such crudeness, because all you have flaunted with that attitude is the sad state of your rapidly spoiling mind.

8 comments:

Mel said...

Ha. I love you. And nudes.

Heidi said...

Thank you very much... I think I have very few friends who actually understand this concept.. *sigh* I'm glad you are one of them. ;)

Alyssa said...

I really, really wish you had been in our art class to lay the smack down on some of the people in there. Okay, just one person, but still. It would have been a beautiful thing.

Jason said...

To be fair these are probably the same individuals who blush when they get out of the shower and see themselves in the mirror. Let's not judge them too harshly :)

Jordan said...

You would go nuts at the Vatican Museums for a couple of reasons. Aside from the obvious beauty of the art there, all the nude sculptures are (and you probably already know this, judging from the picture at the top of your post) missing something. I can't remember which pope or cardinal it was that thought they were obscene. All the male anatomy was knocked off or replaced by fig leaves. Very sad. We all wondered where they store the box of penises.

kjohnson said...

Thank you! and Amen. So sad that people are missing out on so much and limiting themselves in so many ways. You should publish this in a school paper.

Mary said...

Obviously I struck a chord with quite a few people who have taken art history. ;) And Jason--you're just genius. I almost feel inclined to back off my judgement of the chronically mortified, but instead I just keep on mocking them! Curious . . . Jordan, you are referring to the fig leaf campaign! One of the most ridiculous parts of art history that I adore to right about.

joe said...

Doesn't everyone love the affect that I have on Mary!? I know I do.