“representation, when it becomes art, is caught and fettered by form.
It is not the fetters, the form, the pattern, that holds me spell-bound, that
catches my breath, that sends a cold shudder down my spine; it is the spectacle
of reality fettered, it is formal representation. But to take away the
representation element is to empty the wine from the chalice....
This
trance-like, spell-bound feeling [which she associates with Bell's aesthetic
emotion] comes over me when I look at many of the Primitives. There is in the Acropolis Museum
at Athens an
archaic woman’s figure, to look at which is to me all but unbearable. The
reality behind her face—I am inclined to accept Mr. Bell’s metaphysic[al hypothesis]—seems
just about to break loose, utter itself, and the tension is overmuch. But I
feel it even more exquisitely, perhaps because more consciously, when I look at
figures treated with almost brutal realism, figures that push representation to
the utmost, such as some of Degas' dancers. They are caught and held by a
spell, and thereby they hold me. They are things enchanted. Now, it is form, I
am sure, that casts the spell—that is, the fetters." She further writes:
"Art, then, to me is not the creation of significant form, hollow of
content, but the fettering of reality by form—a widely different thing.
It may be possible to make my meaning clearer by the analogy—or is it
more than reality?—of rhythm. To say that art is the creation of
significant form, and that representation is irrelevant, is like saying
that metre—abstract metre—is a poem. A poem is the shackling of live
speech by the fetters of rhythm, and the sense of beauty arises when the
fixed forms of the metre are broken, and we feel the words breaking up
against the rhythm."
Harrison's spirit is very much more like Nietzsche's than like Bell's. Bell tends to see the underlying Reality, the thing-in-itself, as something benign, somewhat like the Christian God in this respect. Nietzsche, however, sees the relationship between the Apollonian and the Dionysian as a matter of tension and conflict, and the underlying reality as the realm of suffering (much like Schopenhauer, who saw it as Will): it is not something benign. To be sure, Bell with all his talk of ecstasy, would not be happy with "cold shudder down my spine" as a description of the aesthetic emotion: it is not optimistic enough...a bit too scary.
Harrison concludes: "It is not 'information' that is reprehensible in art, but
information uninformed. Form, as Mr. Bell himself says, is 'the
talisman.' But what use the talisman without the thing enchanted? Form
without content is dead. It is the beat of the live bird’s wing within
the cage that makes form 'significant.'"
Interested in learning more? See my book: Thomas Leddy The Extraordinary in the Ordinary: The Aesthetics of Everyday Life. Broadview Press, 2012. Available at Amazon in paperback, and an electronic version at google where you can also find most of the first 47 pages including the table of contents. You can also buy it fro Broadview.
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