{"id":1371,"date":"2017-02-09T15:58:32","date_gmt":"2017-02-09T15:58:32","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=1371"},"modified":"2017-02-09T15:58:32","modified_gmt":"2017-02-09T15:58:32","slug":"the-disruption-of-beauty","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/?p=1371","title":{"rendered":"The Disruption of Beauty"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Francis Picabia, Estanonisi (Ecclesiastes)<\/p><\/div>\n

\u201cThere is a time to break down, and a time to build up.\u201d\u00a0 Ecclesiastes, man of the ages, is also man of the hour.\u00a0 When Francis Picabia painted this picture, he gave it an absurd name – Estanonisi – but in appropriately double fashion, he subtitled it \u201cEcclesiastes.\u201d \u00a0The prescient prankster, Dadaist and cold-blooded brilliant disrupter was living on the edge of the first world, 1913.\u00a0 That explosive cultural moment was a time somewhat like now – all chaos with undetermined possibilities. The unrolling energies in the painting could be Dionsyian ecstasy, the kind that is unleashed by a crowd of foot-loose dancers, or those of the more dangerous frenzied masses.<\/p>\n

Picabia\u2019s doubleness fascinates me – his declared mission in life was to destroy art yet what did he do his entire life? \u00a0He made art. \u00a0He mocked and ranted against beauty yet his line drawings, his line constructs ring with poetic beauty.\u00a0 He believed in \u201cnothing\u201d but he found endless inspiration in the nothingness he espoused. \u00a0Beauty is paradox, beauty is in the in-between. \u00a0The apostate was a hard-core believer.<\/p>\n

In Estanonisi, painted in New York, Picabia captures the consumptive drive and fury of capitalism in\u00a0 the jarring cubist frame. \u00a0In the spotlit center, though, human figures seek to take their place amidst the anonymity.\u00a0 The mix is streaked with shimmering gold.\u00a0 Picabia joins the manmade, human and sacred realms in a roiling mix. \u00a0 Chaos – our human life –\u00a0 is streaked with the possibilities of the encounter, with potential of something glorious in our midst.<\/p>\n

The artist is cross-eyed. \u00a0While one eye observes social strife of the world, the other eye should be disciplined and focused on communicating with those age-old things: beauty, energy, cosmos, paradox.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u201cThere is a time to break down, and a time to build up.\u201d\u00a0 Ecclesiastes, man of the ages, is also man of the hour.\u00a0 When Francis Picabia painted this picture, he gave it an absurd name – Estanonisi – but … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[536,535,537,117,96,138],"class_list":["post-1371","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-awp","tag-francis-picabia","tag-art-in-wartime","tag-baudelaire","tag-moma","tag-poetry"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4D5qU-m7","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1371","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1371"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1371\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1372,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1371\/revisions\/1372"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1371"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1371"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.jillpearlman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1371"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}