Category Archives: kitsch

In the name of God, desist!

screen-shot-2017-02-12-at-16-27-44Anish Kapoor, writes Dalrymple, is

one of those many modern artists who would add considerably to the beauty of the world by desisting from their activities.

On the question of publicly-funded art, Dalrymple’s view is that

if we must have it, as seems to be inevitable, let us at least have as little and cheap as possible.

Cheap, childish artefacts

Dalrymple points out that the professional caste of cognoscenti have

consistently applauded the trivialisation of art

and its relegation to the status of

financial speculation at best, a game for children showing off to the adults at worst.

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The 70-year-old adolescents

Screen Shot 2015-09-16 at 07.55.41Forever a teenager

When one sees pictures of ageing rock stars, writes Dalrymple,

one is torn between repulsion and pity. Their faces are canyoned by age, but with their uncompromisingly youthful hairstyles, dress and comportment, they look like revenants in a budget horror film, as if they have just brushed the clay of the churchyard in which they were buried from their face and body. There are more and more people in our streets who look like this but who have never been rock stars; we grow older as a population, but not with acceptance, let alone grace.

Western culture is one of eternal adolescence, keeping us permanently immature.

First comes precocity, then arrested development.

Dalrymple points out that adolescence

is an age of bad taste, when all that is garish and meretricious attracts, and all that is subtle and meritorious repels. To make of adolescence the state in which one wishes to remain is to wish upon the world the permanent triumph of the kitsch, the shallow and the gimcrack.

Accordingly, the adolescent sensibility

is one that prevails in much of the art world, where the most adolescent of goals, transgression, is still aimed at. Shock the parents, épater le bourgeois.

The problem is that

the parents have long since refused to grow up and the bourgeoisie has long since decamped to Bohemia. It is hardly surprising that so much artistic production now has all the freshness of last week’s bread, for few are so conformist as rebellious youth.

What is it about Cameron that repels?

Screen Shot 2015-05-12 at 23.26.34The British prime minister: a repulsive, ruthless sentimentalist who contemns his own countrymen

The language David Cameron uses, writes Dalrymple, is

a mixture of undignified and condescending demotic and mid-Atlantic psychobabble.

Especially repellent is

the sentimentality of what he has to say, closely allied as it is, to its utter complacency and ruthlessness, both express and implied.

Cameron’s actions, says Dalrymple,

cause me to shudder in the way I shudder when a singer misses a note. There is something wrong, kitsch or ersatz about it. An office-seeker who is prepared to parade his sentiments in public is ruthless, not sensitive. Sentimentality is frequently the reverse side of the coin of cruelty.

Implied in everything Cameron does is

contempt for the people of his own country,

whom he deems

incapable of grasping an argument about the desirability of fatherhood for children without the aid of Hello! magazine-type illustrations. This is to reduce our politics to the intellectual level of American tele-evangelism.

A powerful reminder of why modernism was an imperative

William C.T. Dobson, Christ as a Child, 1857. 'Garish and sickly,' says Dalrymple. 'The likes of Dobson not only painted bad pictures but did lasting damage to our artistic tradition, making the avoidance of their kitschy sentiment almost the first duty of any artist.'

William C.T. Dobson, Christ as a Child, 1857. ‘Garish and sickly,’ says Dalrymple. ‘The likes of Dobson not only painted bad pictures but did lasting damage to our artistic tradition, making the avoidance of their kitschy sentiment almost the first duty of any artist.’

The art of Jean-Joseph Weerts

France!! Ou l’Alsace et la Lorraine désespérées (1906), Musée lorrain. 'Taste becomes a distinguishing feature of the great artist,' writes Dalrymple. 'But taste is a collective as well as an individual matter.' Weerts, though gifted, 'had not the penetration to see'

France!! Ou l’Alsace et la Lorraine désespérées (1906), Musée lorrain. ‘Taste becomes a distinguishing feature of the great artist,’ writes Dalrymple. ‘But taste is a collective as well as an individual matter.’ Weerts, though gifted, ‘had not the penetration to see

Marat assassiné! 13 juillet 1793, 8h du soir (1880), Musée d'art et d'industrie de Roubaix. Dalrymple writes that pictures by Weerts 'horrify us' because of 'their kitschiness, their literal realism but emotional preposterousness, in short their bad taste'

Marat assassiné! 13 juillet 1793, 8h du soir (1880), Musée d’art et d’industrie de Roubaix. Pictures by Weerts ‘horrify us’ because of ‘their kitschiness, their literal realism but emotional preposterousness, in short their bad taste’

Dalrymple’s alarm clock

Made in China. Purchased by Dalrymple from a streetstand. One of the objets included in the National Museum of Kitsch.

Made in China. Purchased from a streetstand (€3). To be exhibited in Dalrymple’s planned National Museum of Kitsch. Available in three other pleasing colours