excerpts from THE HUMAN CLAY:
Hockney likes to quote the line from Auden's
long poem Letter to Lord Byron which reads,
"To me Art's subject is the human clay."
SCHOOL OF LONDON
I have felt very out of sorts with my time. It is no great comport to hear from one of the three or four poets writing in English (Creeley) that "poetry feels like a shutter banging in the wind . . . vague and diffuse." I hardly know why I agreed to buy pictures for the Arts Council. I should have stayed in bed like Oblomov. Anyway, the shutter banging in the wind did not defeat what became a labor of love and I'm glad I did it.
I told them I would only but pictures representing people . . .*
. . .Don't listen to the fools who say either that pictures of people can be of no consequence or that painting is finished. There is much to be done. It matters what men of good will want to do with their lives.
The bottom line is that there are artistic personalities in this small island more unique and strong and I think numerous than anywhere in the world outside America's jolting artistic vigor. There are ten or more people in this town, or not far away, of world class, including my friends of the abstract persuasion. In fact, I think there is a substantial School of London (with lines in this exhibition from Much Hadham, Edinburgh, Durham and the Brotherhool of Ruralists).
There are artistic personalities in the small island more unique and strong and I think numerous than anywhere in the world outside America. There are ten or more people in this town, or not far away, of world class, including my friends of the abstract persuasion. In fact, I think there is a substantial School of London. If some of the strange and fascinating personalities you may encounter here were given a fraction of the internationalist attention and encouragement reserved in this barren time for provincial and orthodox vanguardism, a School of London might become even more real than the one I have construed in my head. A School of real London in England, in Europe . . . with potent art lessons for foreigners emerging from this odd old, put upon, very singular place. *
PEARDIVING
The singe human figure is a swell thing to draw. It seems to be almost impossible to do it as well as maybe half a dozen blokes have in the past. I'm taking about skill and imagination that can be seen to be done. It is, to my way of think and in my own experience, the most difficult thing to do really well in the whole of art. You don't have to believe me. It is there that the artist truly 'shows his hand' for me. It is then that I can share in the virtue of failed ambition and the downright revelation of skill. . .
AGAINST THE GRAIN
YES AND NO
MONDRIAN
POPULAR FRONT
Do not take this exhibition as a tightass presumption for one kind of holy art or what Auden called a "moral landscape." Some argument may be suggested here but argument within the art, within a Popular Front, a grand old concept which is being revived in southern Europe in a beautiful way. No one will own the truth - as Pound said once, "despite all the hard-boiled and half-baked vanities of all the various lots of us" - there will always be various lots of truths according to the odd lives we lead. Everyone is built differently and artistic, like political, argument will only be suppressed at our peril.
RB Kitaj
London, 1976