• Color as Language – Piri Halasz

    Date posted: April 29, 2006 Author: jolanta

    Color as Language

    Piri Halasz

    Can color be a
    language? In graduate school, I chose Kandinsky’s use of color for a seminar
    presentation, in hopes of answering this question, but was disappointed. Although
    Kandinsky had ideas about what each color said, I found discrepancies between
    what he thought, and the correspondences that Goethe, for example, found. Years
    later, I was able to find that both could be related to the color theories of
    Max Lüscher, a Swiss psychologist who argued that humanity’s associations
    with color go back to the days of the infancy of the race. Lüscher, however,
    warned that an artist’s use of color might have nothing to do with these
    ancestral associations, and to that, I would add, the viewer’s or critic’s
    response might run even further afield.

    Recently, Ken Johnson in the New York Times described Hans Hofmann’s palette
    as “Playskool-colored.” This I would classify as a negative or hostile
    association, since it implies that the artist was a child, and/or painting for
    children. I was reminded of the semicircle of personal outlook, which I once
    dreamed up, and visualize as resembling the semicircle of political opinion from
    which our terms of “left-wing” and “right-wing” derive. In
    political assemblies like that of France, the liberals sit to the immediate left
    of the center aisle, with the radicals to the left of them. To the immediate
    right of the center aisle sit the conservatives, and to the right of them, the
    reactionaries.

    In my semicircle
    of personal outlook, the idealists sit just to the left of the center, and the
    realists, just to the right. To the left of the idealists sit the innocents;
    while to the right of the realists sit the cynics. In the political realm, I
    have observed that reactionaries sometimes can’t tell the difference between
    liberals and radicals, and I suspect that by the same token, cynics may have
    difficulty distinguishing between idealists and innocents. I myself would classify
    Hofmann as an idealist, and his colors related not to plastic toys but to nature.
    I see his intense greens as partially derived from the greens of grass, his yellows
    from the sunlight, his blues from the sea and sky, and his reds like the reds
    of poppies or roses or apples.

    Negative or hostile
    responses aren’t always useless. Ernst Gombrich disliked Pollock, and Howard
    Devree, a New York Times critic in the 1940s, disliked Mondrian, so Gombrich
    described Pollock’s poured paintings as suggesting “the ugly shapes
    with which industrial civilization surrounds us,” while Devree called Mondrian’s
    Broadway Boogie-Woogi “just another one of his colorful bathroom tile designs.”
    I have more positive associations with Mondrian and Pollock, but I wouldn’t
    deny that those of Gombrich and Devree represent ways in which their visual experience
    tallied with those of the artists they thought they were criticizing. I do believe
    that Pollock and Mondrian had urban landscapes and tiles (not necessarily bathroom)
    as one of many visual experiences that they synthesized into the composite images
    of their abstractions, and conveyed unconsciously to viewers like Gombrich and
    Devree.

    Playskool toys
    strike me as unlikely sources for Hofmann, as I don’t think they were made
    in Germany in the 1880s, when and where Hofmann was a toddler, nor did he have
    children of his own. This is often the problem with latter-day interpretations.
    They are based in visual experiences which the artists could not have had, just
    as any iconographic interpretation must rely on sources contemporary with the
    art (when Erwin Panofsky wanted to know why a “sealed fountain” appeared
    in fifteenth-century Annunciations, he didn’t go to eighteenth-century books
    on religion to find answers). Undoubtedly there are cultural references in Hofmann’s
    color choices, as well as natural ones, but I think of taxicabs as one source
    for his yellows, passenger Chevies and Fords as sources for his blues and greens,
    fire engines for reds and so on. I would also argue that the matte surface of
    his paintings allows the viewer to have both natural and cultural associations
    with them. If the surface were hard and shiny, it would be easy for the cultural
    references to emerge, but more difficult for the natural ones.

    This continues
    to be so. The recent paintings of William Wegman at Sperone Westwater were characterized
    by bright elementary colors whose slick and/or shiny surfaces forced the viewer
    to think of the work exclusively in a cultural context. Wegman was nominally
    depicting landscapes, but using color postcards as part of his compositions,
    and the need to match their slick surfaces led him to give the whole paintings
    a slick, even slimy finish. Shiny finish also characterized the abstractions
    of Angelina Nasso at Stefan Stux, though the colors were much more attractive,
    and the color combinations often quite provocative (purple and yellow, for instance,
    in Through). Still, while Nasso’s image was composed of many small circular
    shapes and while they might have read as stars or flower petals, the slick surface
    and fuzzy focus tended to limit them more to associations with magnified photography
    and Lichtenstein’s Benday dots.

    By contrast, Erik
    Bakke used a flat matte surface in The Weatherby Painting at 450 Broadway. Measuring
    approximately 12 by 29 feet, this painting was based on two photographs from
    a 1970 Weatherby Rifle catalogue, one showing John Wayne being presented with
    one of these expensive sport hunting guns, and the other, a prince and princess
    of Iran on safari in Mozambique posing with a dead Cape buffalo. While I found
    the subject matter chilling, I liked the color scheme for the naturalness of
    its blues, greens and browns, and the surface allowed this naturalness to combine
    with cultural associations. The catalogue, it seems, belonged to the artist’s
    father and the father used to take the son out hunting, so although the subject
    matter was chilling, it came packaged with family feeling.

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