There can be no question today of art for pleasure, whatever transcendent meaning, including aesthetics, one gives that word, however elaborate, however far-fetched it may be. Art is made elsewhere, outside it, on another plane of that Reality which we perceive in a different fashion: art is other . . .
The way of art, at the present time, confronts us as the way of contemplation confronted St John of the Cross: steep and rugged, offering no accessory satisfaction whatever. Since Nietzsche
and Dada, art appears from beginning to end as the most inhuman of adventures . From A New Beyond by Michel Tapie, 1952. Trans: Jerrold Lanes from Arts Yearbook 3, ed Hilton Kramer (New York: Art Digest, 1959)
Paris Post War: Art and Existentialism 1945-55 at the Tate Gallery until 5 September.
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