Once upon a time, the artist Pablo Picasso
(1881-1973) said that "museums are just a lot of lies." If he said
that today, he would be damning himself; his work is in the collections
of many of the world's most prestigious museums and there are several
entirely devoted to him (one in Paris, one in Barcelona, and one
in Antibes.) At the beginning of his career, the majority of people–curators
down through the crowds–considered Picasso's work too shockingly
different from what they expected from art. Paintings such as Les
Demoiselles d'Avignon (1907) seemed both brutal and incomprehensible
to people used to the kind of pleasant, conventional trifles offered
up by painters like Bouguereau.
However, over the course of the twentieth century, Picasso
and his avant-garde associates transformed popular taste. While
Picasso and the modernists had seen themselves as rebels against
those staid curators and dull crowds who defined aesthetic norms,
they found themselves eventually embraced by them. By mid-century, Picasso
enjoyed a celebrity that no living painter had ever known. He had
sycophants and mistresses, he was in movies and on the cover of Life magazine.
He was the conquering hero of modernism.
Picasso and his contemporaries were not the first avant-garde; they
were simply the first to win their battle. The Impressionists before
them had defined the rules of the game, seeing themselves as a
group out to both attack and transform a moribund mainstream culture
through bold artistic innovation. If the Impressionists worked out
the group dynamics of avant-gardism, the painter Gustave Courbet
(1819-1877) worked out the pattern of the individual avant-garde
persona. He brought to nineteenth-century French painting both
novelty and a sense of revolt, and he wanted his paintings to have
effects beyond the gallery wall; a committed socialist, he wanted
to change the world by the gritty, unidealized realism of his paintings,
making proclamations like "I am a Courbetist, that's all. My painting
is the only true one. I am the first and only artist of this century.
The others are students and drivellers." Inheriting Courbet's sense
of mission, Picasso and his group wanted to annoy, outrage, and
disgust the middle class and the leaders of middle-class taste.
Their goal was to change the world. Paris was the great capital
for these bohemians–the place for ambitious and angry young artists
to meet like-minded companions–and continued to be so decade after
decade. When Picasso, who grew up in Spain, established himself
in Paris in 1904, he fell in with a crowd that included the French
poet Guillaume Apollinaire and American author and patron of the
arts Gertrude Stein. Paris was a hothouse–the artistic community
there germinated one movement after another as various strategies
for innovation and transformation burgeoned–and Picasso was soon
in the thick of it, influencing, and influenced by, this tremendous
growth.
In a few decades, modernism did indeed conquer the world,
in a way that Courbet and his followers were never able to do.
Once this victory was achieved, of course, earlier statements
against the museums (like Picasso's), against popular taste, against
the middle class, and against the art academies, sounded either
blindly hypocritical or strangely self-hating–but in truth the world
had changed, and the statements now were simply out of context:
at the time they were made, they referred to territory that modernism
had not yet claimed for itself. Having won, modernism could no longer
play the rebel. Picasso's very long life–from starving artist to
painter as hero, prophet, and icon all in one–spans the story of
modernism's outward struggles, inner conflicts, and ultimate triumph.