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Book Review by Conor Wilson Searching For Beauty: Letters from a Collector to a Studio Potter Richard Jacobs |
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Searching for Beauty is comprised of forty sequential letters, written between July 2002 and April 2005 (roughly one a month, I calculate) by a collector of pottery, Richard Jacobs, to a maker of pottery, Christa Assad. While the letters range widely over subjects as diverse as the pointless slaughter in Iraq and the deplorable state of rose-pruning skills amongst the young, the focus is on the contextualisation of contemporary pottery practice and its support structures. Current models of practice are compared to historical models as well as other contemporary visual arts practices and set in a wider social context, with a particular emphasis on the supporting role played by the private collector. It is, perhaps, an odd premise - old(ish) male collector writes long letters to silent, young female potter. In his introduction, David Jones writes:
While Pamela is constructed solely from the letters of the eponymous heroine, Richardson developed the format in subsequent novels to include the letters of several characters, thus affording the reader multiple viewpoints. About a third of the way into Searching for Beauty I began to long for another voice - some answers to the many questions posed to Assad, or some questions of her own. She appears fleetingly, in a few photographs and in her foreword to the book (in which, to be fair, she is thoroughly positive.) Her absence, for me, creates some awkward moments. For instance, prior to a moving personal account of the torture experienced by an Abu Ghraib prisoner, Jacobs says:
While the broadening of context is refreshing, I was prompted to consider the premise of the project. Are these letters to a friend? We do get a sense of a mutually beneficial relationship developing, but I’m not sure about friendship. Assad is voiceless and even her pots are absent, except through the occasional description by the author. What is certain, for me, is that the epistolary format creates an editing problem. At 342 pages, the book might have blossomed more vigorously after a little pruning of its own, but as the letters constitute a sequential record of this relationship, I suspect that they have been edited lightly, if at all. While I think he has more in mind than self-rumination, Jacobs does not romanticise the ‘contract’ he has made with Assad:
This is his great strength - he constantly questions his own opinions, his own prejudices. As my criticisms started to build I would regularly find, several pages, or several letters later, that he makes similar criticisms of himself. (p.275 and p.293) In the early letters Jacobs sets out the themes that he will explore at length in the book - the value of craft in general and pottery in particular; the value of tradition, moderation, application and control in the creation of a ‘good life’; the importance of cooperation, conservation and the ‘local’; the importance of a broad education, intellectual engagement and the generalist, or amateur; the role of the collector; the importance of the everyday experience of beauty. There is much to agree with here and these early letters contain some terrific passages:
And from Letter 6, October 2002:
He asks pertinent questions about the value of making - and supporting the making of - pots at this particular juncture in history. His ‘outsider’ status allows him to pose questions that perhaps seem too obvious for many practitioners to ask of themselves:
There are many such questions, usefully probing the nature of and the reasons for making by hand, but, while I did not perceive this negatively on the first reading, it contains the germ of my main argument with Jacobs. He frames the role of the potter as the interpreter of tradition, through the application of skill, while claiming for the collector/custodian the role of shaper of meaning - he seems to want a blank canvas, or a blank pot, on which to project his own meaning. He cannot resist seeking out a role in the creative process:
I wonder if the invocation of the spirit of Barthes’s dead author is in the service of all readers, or just of this particularly sensitive one? Do his adversaries have as big a stake in the creation of meaning as he does? ‘Poets and dreamers’ excepted, he seems to distance himself from just about everyone - the Disney-loving consumers of popular culture; the power brokers of the art world (academics, critics, curators and gallerists); ‘vulgar’ contemporary artists; art circuit cliques. He starts Letter 39 with a complaint about his lack of standing with this last group:
But there is hope! By the end of the letter the ‘New Walden’ has been transformed into the HQ from which to launch a fresh assault on the forces of conformity:
For her part, Assad does not seem to be opposed to this joint quest for meaning. As the letters multiply, Jacobs increasingly frames the project as a collaboration. Following a discussion of Peter Dormer’s introduction to a section of The Culture of Craft (1997), he writes about a joint exhibition of Assad’s pottery and his letters in the Oakland Museum of California Art and the NCECA presentation:
While I would not pretend that all, or even most, potters are contented craftsman philosophers, I think that most are aware of ‘the real meaning of what they are doing’. That is why they keep on doing it, despite possessing the somewhat embattled defensiveness characteristic of the individual who is only too aware that his/her need to make is greater than the market’s need for the product. I can only assume that Jacobs thinks that he can be part of a movement that will encourage more people to collect, a role to which he assigns many positive qualities:
A curious mixture of self-awareness and arch rationalisation. I’m reminded of a friend, also American, whom I thought of until recently as a ‘collector’. I introduced him to another friend as such. His response went something like, ‘I don’t see myself as a collector. I just like buying stuff’. This from a highly sophisticated man, with a great eye and a serious collection of contemporary art, including ceramics. A recognition, I think, that the activity of collecting is shot through with ambiguity. This is where the letters are most interesting for me. The role of the collector has come very much to the fore in recent years, as evidenced by the growing literature on the subject and the positioning of key events such as SOFA in the States and Collect in the UK. Jacobs’ self-assessment is in no way simplistic - he is aware of the conservatism of collectors in their need for ‘security and stability to maintain and preserve their precious hoard of loved objects’. He questions his desire to juxtapose ‘obsolete or passé aesthetic expressions’ with ‘modern and experimental ones’, prompting a late-life crisis:
Ultimately though, despite his doubts, he assigns to himself a central role. In the last letter he reviews his notes on the joint exhibition in Oakland:
You can see that this might work on a small scale, but I can’t see how it could possibly be seen as a model for the future of ceramics. It just doesn’t work this way - there aren’t enough collectors to go around. Obviously, they are a crucial part of the art/craft world. Most artists would dearly love to have one or more collectors taking a keen interest in their production. I recently visited the Anthony Shaw collection in London and was surprised to discover the extent of the representation of Ewan Henderson and Gordon Baldwin - perhaps career-making levels of support. No one should deny the importance and influence, in certain cases, of collectors, but to attempt to codify the collector/maker relationship in the terms of a collaborative enterprise is a step too far. A reading of Russell W Belk’s Collecting in a Consumer Society reveals Jacobs’ rationale for his collection to be very typical. Drawing together much of the current literature on the subject, Belk identifies four principal justifications given by collectors for collecting, or means by which they ‘assuage the guilt of self-indulgent acquisitiveness’:
Belk does not see collecting as ‘bad’, just that, despite the various justifications, it can be usefully analysed alongside other aspects of consumer culture. There are all kinds of reasons why people collect, but they are not necessarily the ones that they admit to. Jacobs concedes that his collection gives him a, probably illusory, sense of control in an otherwise uncontrollable, chaotic world (p.183). At one point he even admits that the designation ‘collector’ offers the excuse for selfishness (p.153). However, while he uses the ‘pathological defence’ once or twice, he takes the ‘saviour defence’ to a higher level. In fact, he creates an interesting opposition between the investment and the saviour defences, thoroughly refuting the former with the latter and assigning to himself a noble purpose:
It is this mixture of humility and special status that starts to grate. Jacobs seems to me to be thoroughly engaged in the pursuit of influence, while simultaneously cloaking himself in the garb of humble amateur. He positions himself as a radical outsider, a scourge of the institutionalised academic, a cultural conservator, a utopian dreamer, an aesthete, while quietly getting on with high level consumption, if at a modest level, in the richest and most powerful nation in the world. Or not so quietly. All this would make sense if it were not published and exhibited and generally used as a vehicle to promote a very partisan point of view within a discipline that might just be on the edge of attaining a mature catholicism. I suspect that the positive response from Assad and others in the craft ‘community’ encourage an increasing intolerance of positions perceived as antithetical to ‘honest’ craft practices. This might seem harsh, but Jacobs is highly critical of a broad range of players in the complex and competitive business of the creation of culture - academics, curators, gallerists, artists and, last but not least, ceramicists who try to do ‘fine art’. After a brief discussion of the ‘rebellious’, ‘defiant’ work of Robert Arneson and his followers in Letter 22, he asks:
He comes back to this theme in Letter 32, comparing Arneson to a newer breed of inauthentic makers:
Jacobs is right to foreground the importance of the domestic space and the role of pottery within it, but wrong to privilege these above other ceramic practices. Yes, there’s lots of crap out there and I, for one, am no lover of the work of Robert Arneson, but surely we don’t have to block one road in order to notice the traffic on another. Jacobs says as much himself, many times in the letters. He follows William Morris in recognising and celebrating the importance of the buyer, who will locate the work, care for it and enjoy it in its proper place - the domestic interior. This highlights, he feels, the inherent weakness of the gallery and museum, which isolate objects, not giving them a proper human context and he derides the contemporary artist who does not consider the ‘eventual custodian’.
I know a few potters who make a hard, but decent living. Most, irrespective of talent or application, find it almost impossible to live off their pottery alone. This is just one reason why we need galleries and museums - they are a crucial part of that process, known as subscription, through which market value is created. Curators, critics, academics, collectors and other artists are the other principal players in this process. This process is deeply embedded in the fine art world, which is one of the reasons that high prices can be achieved. While this is not necessarily an unalloyed good, the craft world needs more of it rather than less. Yes, there is bullshit spouted about pretentious rubbish, but surely it is better to suffer some of this than have an under-developed market that can only support a small percentage of the excellent work that is produced. Jacobs criticises the kind of ceramicists who produce piles of burned earth for creating anti-art, but to build an argument for proper potters as a ‘better’ alternative seems pointless. The two groups are playing different games and they will live or die by their understanding of the rules of the particular game they are playing. Whether something is art or not has nothing to do with the material used. Surely that was established about a hundred years ago. Can anyone still have any doubt that some shit in a can can be art? Or a ceramic urinal, or a pile of bricks, or a piece of lard on a chair, or an unmade bed, for that matter? It doesn’t matter if you like it or not - that is irrelevant to its status as art. I am not usually a great one for the burned offerings either, but I don’t regard it as anti-art. Anti-skill maybe, but not anti-art. And whereas skill is an important factor in my own work, some of the most affecting work I have experienced has not involved obvious making skills on the part of the artist - installations by Mona Hatoum, Richard Wilson and Rebecca Horn. And they were all in museum/galleries. In many ways this is a brave book - it is full of inconsistencies, but the nature of the project perhaps makes that inevitable - and at times I feel that my criticisms are too strong. Passages like this one in Letter 8 hit the mark beautifully:
John Baldessari and Michael Craig-Martin come to precisely the same conclusion in a fascinating conversation printed in the Modern Painters special edition on education in the arts (September 2007). But Jacobs’s need to criticise the academics also tempts him into many over-defensive statements, as well as down the blind alley of the art/craft debate:
I would suggest that Philip Rawson has tried and, largely, succeeded in doing this, despite Jacobs’ criticisms of his work. (I’m not sure what Jacobs adds to his ideas except that perhaps he is more optimistic about the ability of contemporary potters to be culturally relevant.) And perhaps this connection to the core of human existence is the very reason that ceramics is not considered as fine art, but the real question is, why would ceramics need to be elevated to a fine art? This question seems to point to a confusion at the heart of the book and, perhaps, at the heart of ceramics. Jacobs uses the terms ‘potter’, ‘craftsperson’, ‘ceramicist’, ‘ceramic artist’ and ‘artist’ interchangeably, depending on the context within which the work under discussion has been presented. There are no simple formulae here, but surely, after forty odd years of identity crisis, we can come to some agreement about the position of ceramics which does not make reference to the circular art/craft debate. I suggest that it can be seen as a loose conglomerate of material culture traditions - some living, some dead - based around a uniquely variable range of materials and processes. The history of ceramics takes in the Song bowl, Etruscan sarcophagi, the sculpted terracotta of Waterhouse’s Natural History Museum, Oribe tea bowls, Wedgwood Jasperware, pre-Columbian stirrup pots, an Ikea dinner plate, Tatlin’s porcelain feeding bottles, Iznik tiles, Nok figurative sculpture, Tanagra figurines, Armitage Shanks sanitary ware, Giambologna’s bozzetti, Coper’s spade pots. The list could go on and on. Ceramics is not one thing. Clay is used within fine art, applied art, craft, design and industry, both high and low-tech. Most people who have studied on a ceramics course at university level position themselves as potters, designers, ceramicists, artists or ceramic artists. There are obviously blurred boundaries between these categories, but all are valid, apart, perhaps, from the last. (In my view, you can be a ceramicist and an artist, but not the chimerical ‘ceramic artist’. Is a painter a ‘paint artist’ or a sculptor a ‘stone artist’? ) In Letter 36 Jacobs writes:
Well, I think that many can articulate that possibility, but maybe we just have to accept that ‘pottery’ is many different things. There is no one tradition that has a clear place in western culture. What is usually referred to as ‘Ceramics’, a totally western concept, draws on pottery traditions from many parts of the world as well as from divers other sources, including sculpture and architecture. Pottery cannot contain clay. Jacobs highlights some critical questions for the future of ceramics as a discrete discipline. His position, as I understand it, is that ceramicists should not engage and compete with fine artists and designers on their own terms, but should recognise and be more confident about the central position of ceramics (and pottery in particular) in any culture. The fact that he seems to have been so readily clutched to the bosom of certain sections of ‘the ceramics community’ suggests that his particular brand of inspirational traditionalism is what many ceramicists and educators within the field want to hear. In many ways Jacobs is an effective advocate for pottery. At times he demonstrates real insight and his writing can be inspirational, but the elephant in the corner is that, for whatever reason, ceramics is not perceived to be culturally central and it has not been so for many, many years. Our minority recognition of the wonderful history and ongoing potential of ceramics as a medium and our desire for centrality is not, or at least has not been, enough. The vast majority of ceramicists struggle desperately to make a living and the trend in education, in the UK at least, is towards closure of ceramics facilities in schools and FE colleges and a much reduced share of degree- level funding. This does not mean that ceramics is not a worthwhile enterprise. It undoubtedly is. I wholeheartedly recommend that young people go into ceramics, just as long as they are realistic and engaged. There are many skills to be learned that will equip a person for life - organisation, discipline, time-management, problem-solving, creative thinking, not to mention the particular skills of making by hand. There are even good careers to be had, as long as you are flexible and resourceful. Despite the various problems that we face, both within ceramics and at a wider socio-economic level, this is an exciting time to be involved with the arts. Craft skills and creativity are part of the solution, not the problem. Boundaries are blurring and dull hierarchies have all but collapsed. While the design world already boasts many ceramics-trained designers, fine artists are increasingly using clay and we might just be starting to see artists trained in ceramics making a genuine crossover into the fine art world. Craft is fashionable at last, but we need to ensure that we engage with the world around us and not merely hope for a return to a perceived golden age. Craft, like everything else these days, needs to be self-reflexive. Jacobs’s model seems backward looking to me. Yes to pottery, yes to tradition, yes to collectors. But, surely, yes also to critical engagement and positioning. Whatever opportunities there are will be taken up by those who position themselves well and adept positioning does not necessarily lead to fashion-following or loss of integrity. |
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Book Review by Conor Wilson Issue 10 |