Postmortem on Postmodern Art
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Yet even as our world careens toward some grotesquely-willed apocalypse, Kuspit announces the resurrection of the aesthetical ideal with the arrival of what he calls the New Old Masters. These are emerging artists who, while honoring both the traditional and the avante-gard, are creating works of art which regenerate the great spirit of the past with a visionary penetration of contemporary life. They are returning art to its natively unified dynamic—they insist that the concept be alive in the creation; that there is no enduring hierarchy between the mind of the artist, the process of creation, and the final, material work of art itself. Hence the elusive barriers which have so bitterly isolated the public from any genuine sense of a unifying aesthetic are being dissolved; and we are reminded, yet again, that in the ancient cultures the word artist was best translated as “worker for the people.”
Donald Kuspit has reminded us that when art and science become corrupted, there remain no effective means for civilization to honor all that which is great in God and man. He has with mpeccable integrity shown us the price we all of us must pay when these noble arms of humanity become withered, become preoccupied with a mocking triviality; a fascination with greed, fame, and a fearful immunity from the simple human fate of living-and-dying.
Wayne Owens is a writer who lives in a spiritual community in Northern California.
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