Art as yet unknown

Honoré de Balzac wrote Le Chef d’Oeuvre Inconnu (The Unknown Masterpiece) in 1831. In it an artist spends ten years creating what he thinks is his masterpiece. When he finally shows it to two young artists they stare at it, uncomprehending.
“Can you see anything?”
“No, can you?” “Nothing”. “All I can see are blocks of different colour in a confused mass bound by a multitude of weird lines which form a wall of paint”. The artist is horrified “Nothing! Nothing to show for ten years of work!”
In his book Balzac aims to show the futility of aiming for perfection but, 50 years before Post-Impressionism and nearly 100 years before abstract art, he unwittingly anticipates the bemused reaction to the work of artists such as Cézanne and, later, Mondrian, as shown in the photos above.
In the 1880s Cézanne made around 100 paintings of one mountain, le Mont Victoire in Provence. The subject matter was a pretext. He was trying to show the problem of painting a 3D subject on a 2D canvas, using “blocks of colour” and “mulitudes of lines”. Most viewers saw confusion and weirdness. In the 20th century, artists such as Mondrian were inspired by Cézanne to limit their works to the formal elements of line, colour and “walls of paint”. Balzac is usually categorised as a Realist, a mere recorder of everyday life. The trouble with categories is they are limiting and therefore often wrong. Balzac was also a visionary.

Proust: Lost in translation

I guess it’s not easy being a genius. People just don’t get what you’re about. Take Marcel Proust. You write a passage where someone dunks a madeleine and everyone, including critics, eulogise how sensory experience can evoke the past, a happy, romantic past. A link is made with the english translation of “À la recherche du temps perdu”, loosely translated as “In Search of Lost Time”. Times lost to our memory, now happily restored. Trouble is, “perdu” in French can mean “wasted” as well as “lost”. Proust isn’t merely telling us what we already know; that the smell of a new car can remind us of our first car. He is saying something deeper and more tragic. You waste your life by not appreciating it properly. The only time you do appreciate it is in memory – when it’s too late.