Life: Before and After the PoMo Party
When I first received the notice of the Institute for Classical Architecture's conference, "Reconsidering Postmodernism" I thought, how sad, do we have to go back?
Was Pomo the end of something or the beginning of something? Or, was it simply a bridge for the Decons? It has become more apparent that it is still too soon to know either. If it was anything it was the beginning of the end of trying to fit classicism into modernism, mixing a Mondrian with a Rueben’s. It didn’t work.
I sometimes look at our modernism and post modernism as our “mannerism” much like that period between the Renaissance and Baroque, or, Counter Reformation, but with only less bravura in the works.
As a church artist I do not find this ironical or coincidental that this mannerism should parallel Vatican II just as first mannerism followed the Council of Trent. After all, both were and remain a period of reform. If fact when we hear Pope Benedict XVI say is time to “reform the reform” we are hearing the new beginnings of what I see as a counter reformation in art and architecture. We can already see this already in the church architecture of Thomas Gordon Smith, Duncan Stroik, and Mc Crery. Note bene; remember that modernism was the first time the Church had ever followed a secular movement. Now as it frees itself, it will be much quicker than in the secular world where political correctness continues to shackle and condemn the content and origins of any Western cannons either in art or architecture.
I never planned or wanted to be a post modernist nor did I considered myself to have ever been one. Coming back from Fulbright in Florence, I was trying to make the best out of a bad situation. I was and continue doing the best I could with what I had which was no classical training whatsoever. So if the work looked “mannerist”, which it was often accused of being, I couldn’t help it. Often it looked awkward and not in sync with the architectural context, as the work was either for a modernist church of dry wall and exit signs or renovated post Vatican II 19th century churches that had received a gift and chose not to purchase something from “church depot”, or the catalogue of religious goods stores. My worked most times looked inappropriate in both places as I never worked with the architects living or dead. And so, for the classicists, I wasn’t classical enough; for the modernists, I was a moribund copyist trying to revive the past.
Things started to change drastically once I met John Blatteau, the then President of the Classical America Philadelphia Chapter. Aside from being introduced to other architects and a library of books, like the Ware’s American Vignola, and of course, Drafting of the Orders, I learned I was not only not crazy but I wasn’t alone! We would talk about the sisterhood of art and architecture and how wonderful it would be to someday we two could do a church together, something I imagined and drew over and over again. Sadly the PoMo years passed by and church design commissions where all around but none came our way. Still stuck on post Vatican II rhetoric and purposely confusing the word “contemporaneo” with “modernist,” Philadelphia failed to build any church that would lead us out of the desert. And so for forty years we wandered watching the work given to the “hired hand” again and again. All the while the exit out was right there. I regret for John, and myself, as well as all the others capable of pointing the way out never having received that opportunity as we watched the Archdiocese of Philadelphia chose one bad architect after another, and over a dozen new churches be built that everybody continues to hate. It all would remind me of what a teacher once warned me that it was “difficult to be talented and desire to make high art in a low art period”. “This”, he added, “is a low art period.”
During those years I would go at the foundry t o work on my reliefs for Bryn Mawr Presbyterian watching large works be cast for many Pomo buildings around the country Yet the PoMo architects would walk in the foundry to approve another sculptor’s work in progress for one of their buildings, see someone (me) or not see (me) working on a Christ figure or an Assumption relief and would dismiss it based on narrative content. In fact it was this issue of narrative content alone that no Pomo architect ever wanted to include my work or any else like it.
After drafting the Orders, I could not take PoMo work too seriously. I knew better. It was like studying anatomy for me and I took to it instantly. Measure a column by diameters was no different than measure a body by it number of heads, the common unit in anatomical cannons of proportions, there was such direct correlation between the measuring of the orders and that of the human figure than it became all the more obvious as to why the Catholic Church would employ this corporeal form of architecture to represent the Body of the Church. I couldn’t wait to show Blatteau my first rendered elevation of a Corinthian capital!
Yes, we saw some figures reintroduced to Pomo architecture but then again m in the 80’s the figure, as long as it lacked content, was making a temporary comeback even in the galleries as well. However just as the figures on or in the PoMo building always seemed to lack content, real narrative content, they did as well in galleries and institutions of painting and sculpture. Perhaps because the buildings themselves lacked the true sense of the corporeal so inherent in the proportions of classical orders. The orders for me are akin to anatomy for the figurative artist, indispensable. PoMo did not follow or followed that anatomy only in part. It was a stripped classicism, stripped to the bone with its and where modernism had thrown it away, Pomo dug it up and had the skeleton rearranged. As for fleshy parts, it gave us eye lashes, teeth, nails and hair often making a deliberate confusion between inner and outer body parts. Any hierarchy of proportions remained vague at best.
Should the Pomo Masters think themselves the Forerunners of the “New” Classical Movement, what do we then call those who, like John Blatteau, had been practicing all along? Forerunners to the Forerunners? Or was Blatteau too old fashioned to have known that one must be modernist first and then convert? As John once said when I complained about how more and more modernist European painters and sculptors were becoming, he noted “Classicism is in exile here and living here in America”.
What I find sad here is that we hadn’t and perhaps haven’t yet accepted the true heart of classicism. Perhaps if there is anything good to come of this conference it will be this one point. As I said above for the Church, we have turned the corner both here and in Europe. I met architects, painters, and sculptors, both here and abroad, who are either working with classical architects on new churches or embellishing those classical buildings that had been stripped during the modernist renovations. Yes there still are a few churches to be suffered that will be done in that post Vatican II Pomo gathering space, clam shell pew arrangement with a walk in baptismal tub all done in the interfaith style, or, what I prefer to call “Hagia Ikea”. But their generation of priests and architects are on the way out and will soon join the ether world. As we leave the desert, where we left the garden is where we shall reenter with the most corporeal plan of all, the Cruciform. Gloria tibi Domine!
Yo David, remember back when we thought we almost saw some piece of mutulary Doric on one of them new buildings?
Anthony Visco
http://www.anthonyvisco.com/
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When I first received the notice of the Institute for Classical Architecture's conference, "Reconsidering Postmodernism" I thought, how sad, do we have to go back?
Was Pomo the end of something or the beginning of something? Or, was it simply a bridge for the Decons? It has become more apparent that it is still too soon to know either. If it was anything it was the beginning of the end of trying to fit classicism into modernism, mixing a Mondrian with a Rueben’s. It didn’t work.
I sometimes look at our modernism and post modernism as our “mannerism” much like that period between the Renaissance and Baroque, or, Counter Reformation, but with only less bravura in the works.
As a church artist I do not find this ironical or coincidental that this mannerism should parallel Vatican II just as first mannerism followed the Council of Trent. After all, both were and remain a period of reform. If fact when we hear Pope Benedict XVI say is time to “reform the reform” we are hearing the new beginnings of what I see as a counter reformation in art and architecture. We can already see this already in the church architecture of Thomas Gordon Smith, Duncan Stroik, and Mc Crery. Note bene; remember that modernism was the first time the Church had ever followed a secular movement. Now as it frees itself, it will be much quicker than in the secular world where political correctness continues to shackle and condemn the content and origins of any Western cannons either in art or architecture.
I never planned or wanted to be a post modernist nor did I considered myself to have ever been one. Coming back from Fulbright in Florence, I was trying to make the best out of a bad situation. I was and continue doing the best I could with what I had which was no classical training whatsoever. So if the work looked “mannerist”, which it was often accused of being, I couldn’t help it. Often it looked awkward and not in sync with the architectural context, as the work was either for a modernist church of dry wall and exit signs or renovated post Vatican II 19th century churches that had received a gift and chose not to purchase something from “church depot”, or the catalogue of religious goods stores. My worked most times looked inappropriate in both places as I never worked with the architects living or dead. And so, for the classicists, I wasn’t classical enough; for the modernists, I was a moribund copyist trying to revive the past.
Things started to change drastically once I met John Blatteau, the then President of the Classical America Philadelphia Chapter. Aside from being introduced to other architects and a library of books, like the Ware’s American Vignola, and of course, Drafting of the Orders, I learned I was not only not crazy but I wasn’t alone! We would talk about the sisterhood of art and architecture and how wonderful it would be to someday we two could do a church together, something I imagined and drew over and over again. Sadly the PoMo years passed by and church design commissions where all around but none came our way. Still stuck on post Vatican II rhetoric and purposely confusing the word “contemporaneo” with “modernist,” Philadelphia failed to build any church that would lead us out of the desert. And so for forty years we wandered watching the work given to the “hired hand” again and again. All the while the exit out was right there. I regret for John, and myself, as well as all the others capable of pointing the way out never having received that opportunity as we watched the Archdiocese of Philadelphia chose one bad architect after another, and over a dozen new churches be built that everybody continues to hate. It all would remind me of what a teacher once warned me that it was “difficult to be talented and desire to make high art in a low art period”. “This”, he added, “is a low art period.”
During those years I would go at the foundry t o work on my reliefs for Bryn Mawr Presbyterian watching large works be cast for many Pomo buildings around the country Yet the PoMo architects would walk in the foundry to approve another sculptor’s work in progress for one of their buildings, see someone (me) or not see (me) working on a Christ figure or an Assumption relief and would dismiss it based on narrative content. In fact it was this issue of narrative content alone that no Pomo architect ever wanted to include my work or any else like it.
After drafting the Orders, I could not take PoMo work too seriously. I knew better. It was like studying anatomy for me and I took to it instantly. Measure a column by diameters was no different than measure a body by it number of heads, the common unit in anatomical cannons of proportions, there was such direct correlation between the measuring of the orders and that of the human figure than it became all the more obvious as to why the Catholic Church would employ this corporeal form of architecture to represent the Body of the Church. I couldn’t wait to show Blatteau my first rendered elevation of a Corinthian capital!
Yes, we saw some figures reintroduced to Pomo architecture but then again m in the 80’s the figure, as long as it lacked content, was making a temporary comeback even in the galleries as well. However just as the figures on or in the PoMo building always seemed to lack content, real narrative content, they did as well in galleries and institutions of painting and sculpture. Perhaps because the buildings themselves lacked the true sense of the corporeal so inherent in the proportions of classical orders. The orders for me are akin to anatomy for the figurative artist, indispensable. PoMo did not follow or followed that anatomy only in part. It was a stripped classicism, stripped to the bone with its and where modernism had thrown it away, Pomo dug it up and had the skeleton rearranged. As for fleshy parts, it gave us eye lashes, teeth, nails and hair often making a deliberate confusion between inner and outer body parts. Any hierarchy of proportions remained vague at best.
Should the Pomo Masters think themselves the Forerunners of the “New” Classical Movement, what do we then call those who, like John Blatteau, had been practicing all along? Forerunners to the Forerunners? Or was Blatteau too old fashioned to have known that one must be modernist first and then convert? As John once said when I complained about how more and more modernist European painters and sculptors were becoming, he noted “Classicism is in exile here and living here in America”.
What I find sad here is that we hadn’t and perhaps haven’t yet accepted the true heart of classicism. Perhaps if there is anything good to come of this conference it will be this one point. As I said above for the Church, we have turned the corner both here and in Europe. I met architects, painters, and sculptors, both here and abroad, who are either working with classical architects on new churches or embellishing those classical buildings that had been stripped during the modernist renovations. Yes there still are a few churches to be suffered that will be done in that post Vatican II Pomo gathering space, clam shell pew arrangement with a walk in baptismal tub all done in the interfaith style, or, what I prefer to call “Hagia Ikea”. But their generation of priests and architects are on the way out and will soon join the ether world. As we leave the desert, where we left the garden is where we shall reenter with the most corporeal plan of all, the Cruciform. Gloria tibi Domine!
Yo David, remember back when we thought we almost saw some piece of mutulary Doric on one of them new buildings?
Anthony Visco
http://www.anthonyvisco.com/
.
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