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Realism,
Surrealism and Celebration:
The Paintings of Alex
Colville in the
Collection of the National Gallery of Canada
by Patrick A. E.
Hutchings
Senior Lecturer in Philosophy
University of Western
Australia
Résumé en français
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As if they'd taken one step back
T o see themselves as they literally are.
Irving Layton (1)
Art is for celebrating, the gods, the hero, the great men and
events of an age: it is for many more things besides, but
celebration is one of its high functions.
Alex Colville celebrates the ordinary, the everyday commonplace of a
middle-class, democratic society. This is the society to which
history has looked forward, and we Canadians, Americans,
Australians, New Zealanders and Scandinavians live at present in the
utopias of the past, far from perfect but decent enough, and
essentially hopeful.
That utopia isn't perfect but at once valuable and vulnerable and
open to endless improvements is one of the large lessons of history,
that is, of experience. Our decent life, suburban, small town,
comfortably rural, the life of the little man in his historic era -
this is what Colville celebrates. And celebrating it he shows its
existential, unheroic nobility.
People, as Aristotle pointed out, like pictures that they can
recognize of things that they know, and art's first value lies, as
he says, in providing occasions for recognition: Look, this is me,
my house, our town, a dog like the one I had when I was a boy. (2)
Colville satisfies this instinct for recognition with pieces of
superb realism, and he can paint cyclone net ting, barbed wire,
gateposts and weatherboard buildings with such deceptive skill that
slides of his paintings look like diapositives of the things
themselves. The ordinary man enjoys this, and whether he should or
shouldn't it is beyond dispute that he does. Facts of nature need no
justification and they are indifferent to our condemnation : we may
deplore them if that makes us feel better, but they remain.
We deplore this passion for recognition properly enough when it
distorts the other values of art too far. The common man who values
a Saturday Evening Post cover as highly as a Cassatt, and
much higher than anything by the incomprehensible charlatan Picasso
- this common man annoys us. Norman Rockwell's (3) extraordinary
skill is beyond dispute, but the aesthetic question remains: are his
magazine covers, for all the excellence of their craft, really works
of art? Colville compels the ordinary man's admiration without
inviting this question. And so he can celebrate the ordinary man's
life in the ordinary man's idiom.
What do we mean by celebration? Look at the illustrations: Family
and Rainstorm (Fig. 1) shows a commonplace scene, two children
and their mother getting into the family car after a day at the
beach. Commonplace, but extraordinarily solid as well. Iconic. The
car is harder, smoother and heavier than life, the pose of the young
boy in the middle is timeless and as beyond its context as his
mother's gestures are quotidian and within it. She exists in the
ordinary world, the world of the splendid but quite meteorological
rainstorm, the children and the hard, familiar but unfamiliar
machine in another, and both worlds merge and are the one. The
window winder on the car door, the little chock and the cog on the
lock, the retracting hinge, we can see these on our own automobiles,
but not as simple and solid as this, and not as isolated. Here they
have the significance of parts of some epic machine, a submarine, or
a space capsule.
This epic quality derives clearly enough from Colville's technique.
Tempera is a very deliberate medium, tending generally to simplify
and make more monumental any forms expressed in it, and in the hands
of a painter of the genius of Piero della Francesca, for example, it
can transform a flat surface into a phenomenal space where every
gesture and every interval between forms seems to be seen sub
specie aeternitatis. On the other hand, used as a mere technique
to produce a hyper-photographic image, it can become either too dry
or too bland. Tempera surfaces have gradations of colour smoother
and more uniform than the ones the camera records, and everything
tends to become eggshell or matte porcelain, and the
technique can lend itself to magnificent trivializations, or to a
rather deadly kind of surrealism.
Colville invests with the monumentality of tempera precisely those
scenes of ordinary life which are significant because they are not
significant. The battles, the occasions, the great evolutions
of history have their end here humanistically speaking, in just
these insignificant happenings. The barricades were manned so that
ordinary folk should inherit the earth, and go to the beach, and
sprawl casually and anonymously along a summer horizon (Fig. 2).
Socialist-realist paintings in the flat Muscovite Burlington House
style remain essentially uncelebrative, like their ideological
opposite numbers the magazine-cover paintings. They illustrate or
harangue, but they rarely give their subjects the dignity that they
profess to find in them. Technique alone won't give dignity, but
technique and a humane vision will.
Vision is a difficult notion to illustrate. It has to do with the
affect of a painting and not simply with the plain effects of
technique, but the examination of technique in a wide sense can take
us from the way in which an effect is got to the point made by
getting it. Consider The Swimming Race (Fig. 3).
Again we have the most commonplace and ephemeral scene, an action
photo from the sports page of a provincial newspaper: four
schoolgirls diving into the pool, with a referee in the background,
stop watch in hand, timing this utterly unmomentous contest. But
look at the figures and at the water. The figures are painted with
meticulous realism, the girls no prettier and no plainer than we
would expect, yet they are solider than life, and their arrested
movement has the timeless quality of something cast in bronze. These
are not simply schoolgirls diving, but Maillols translated into
paint.
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