“We should not pretend to understand the world only by the intellect; we apprehend it just as much by feeling.” – Carl Jung.
Now, abstract expressionism is something else. Here you feel every emotion, use every color, choose to follow whichever you want, expressed but exaggerated, synthesized, abstracted, with no association pictured and free to be associated with any event you choose, or none at all. It doesn’t matter. Just feel, like music. Like perfume. Like the atmosphere of twilight. Like a smile. Like a tear. Like the madness of confusion. Like rebellion. Like the laughter of a clown playing an insane joke.
“The pendulum of the mind oscillates between sense and nonsense, not between right and wrong.” – Carl Jung.
The turn into the twentieth century was frought with new inventions and possibilities. The new world was rushing into the future. Electricity had come of age. The railroads had conquered the land. The telephone had been invented. The camera had been invented. And, here’s the rub, the camera portrayed reality better than the painters. So, what’s an artist to do?
Radio was coming, connecting everyone everywhere. War was coming. The Spanish Flu was coming. Everything was changing. Possibilities. Confusion, conflict, chaos. Can’t keep up? Escape instead. Look the other way. Jump back, into your inner being. Live in your own dream world. A retreat back into innocence, childhood. Back to basics. Simplicity regained in a world going mad. Let us disassociate from reality and connect instead with our internal subconsciousness. Let us swim in our collective unconscious, submerged in our limbic being, our primitive fish form, our basic instincts, fight or flee, survive, live right now. This is the dream, the surreal, the myth, the archetype. Welcome, 100 years later.