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Peeks and Piques! Are Artists Born? By
RAYMOND J. STEINER ARE
ARTISTS BORN? Or are they taught? The conundrum has been teasing my
mind for a couple of months now, ever since our film correspondent,
Henry P. Raleigh, posed a question that took me some time to ponder.
Making reference to my usual conservative stance vis-à-vis the visual
arts, he ended a letter to me that asked, “So, Ray, how would you
devise an art curriculum?” Fully aware that Mr. Raleigh was himself a
one-time tenured studio-art Professor (now retired) at SUNY New Paltz
(my alma mater, incidentally, at which my studies as an art major back
in the ‘60s lasted all of one semester), I wrestled with my response
for several weeks. I finally had to admit that, given the choice, I
would not design an art curriculum for any
university for, Izaak Walton’s famous dictum that “no man is born an
artist” notwithstanding, I do think
that artists are, in fact, “born”. A late bloomer, I was nearly 30 years
old when I started my studies and, solely on the strength of knowing
how to draw since early childhood, declared my major to be “art”. In
short order, my art professor judged my meager portfolio of representational
sketches and pastels as “not art.” A Mondrian aficionado, he then spent
a semester in trying to convince me that “modern” art was the only way
to go. An ex-GI with no real savvy of what “art” had become in the ‘60s,
I quickly saw my mistake and, in short order, dropped studio art, moved
through art history, some philosophy and, finally, settled in to earning
B.A. and M.A. liberal arts degrees in literature. My answer to Mr. Raleigh,
then, grew out of that and some forty-five subsequent years of experience,
including the last twenty-five years as editor of this publication.
Now, before you start champing at the bit and pawing the ground, let
me quickly state that I do firmly believe that courses in art appreciation
most certainly ought to be both
designed and taught at the university level. The same for Music and
Literature. No educated person ought to go out into the world without
some level of appreciation for the arts if only to give off the appearance of being “cultured”.
At the very least, such courses in appreciation can take off some of the rough edges that seem to cling
to every human born into this world. However — and this seems
to me to be a truism that hardly needs iteration — no teacher/professor — no matter the level of his
or her own expertise — can teach any other human being to be a painter, a composer, dancer or a writer. That
can only be accomplished by the student’s own level of appreciation,
interest, desire, and determination — and — I might add
— born to be so.
A teacher can impart some knowledge of an artform to his/her students,
but cannot transform them into “artists” of any stripe. Furthermore,
teachers — again, no matter the level of their expertise —cannot
and ought not pontificate on what art “is”. To do so is no longer “teaching”
but “dictating”. By what authority — other than that bestowed
by the university — can teachers “pass” or “fail” a would-be artist?
By what authority — other than that assumed by themselves —
can a “university” confer degrees of “mastership” in any of the fine arts? Teachers/professors in such institutions
of “learning” should inform
their students of practices, practitioners, materials, skills and the
history that pertains thereto; they may share their own experiences, share their own tastes, even share their
own preferences — but cannot
and ought not loftily
declare what is or is not “art” — something that my one —
and only — art teacher seems not to have understood way back when
I signed on as an “art major” at SUNY New Paltz. How he arrived at such
dictatorial power to judge what was and what was not art still mystifies
me…especially when I look back over the (short) history of the American
system of designing art curricula at the university level. I’ve talked
to too many old-timers, some of whom never even finished high-school,
who had been suddenly elevated to “professorship” by some university
needing to offer an art “program”. Some of them did know something about art and how “masters” were made
by history and not fiat, but it was not long before their students began
filling the roles of “professor” — and we can see what and where
that has brought us. English “man of letters” though he
might have been considered, Izaak Walton started out as the son of an
alehouse-keeper, tried his hand at iron mongering and, when we put his
comment in full context — “As no man is born an artist, so no
man is born an angler.” — we realize that he was most of all an
angler — a fisherman — famous for his The Compleat
Angler, or the Contemplative Man’s Recreation written
in 1653. And even this
“fame” is shaky since in 1957, the anonymous Arte of Angling
(1557) seems to have been the source for most of his
cribbed ideas. I for one,
then, tend to discount, along with my art professor’s judgment on what
is art, Walton’s lofty pronouncement on artists. You either are or you
aren’t and, for my money, there’s no two ways about it. |