Showing posts with label possession. Show all posts
Showing posts with label possession. Show all posts

Monday, 25 February 2013

Modern Elgins?

Not quite. Yet the enduring elements are the dispossession of ordinary people who do not actually own what is in their midst and the justification in which wealthy appropriators seem compelled to find public solace:

... important works in the street art scene and deserved buyers "whose first interest is in art and its preservation".

Street scene inadequately preserved
A mural by Banksy has been stealthily removed from its original location on the outer wall of a Poundshop in a poor area of north London and turned up for auction (along with another such mysterious apparition) in Florida, amid much protest from the non-collecting regions of the art world in Britain and from the streets of Wood Green.   The justification by preservation, long advanced by the British Museum and establishment in respect of Lord Elgin's removal of the Acropolis marbles, is much employed by the possessing classes in the era of democracy, when public claims to possession if not ownership have to be given some recognition. Perhaps it will be seen to be less necessary as we come increasingly to accept the hollowness of democracy and the escalating polarisation of wealth. It is a justification not restricted to art and cultural artefacts. It is notably and explicitly applied to the ownership of land, and implicitly applied to most things in the functioning economy. The poor are of course congenitally unable to enjoy (these protests must be whipped up by left-wing agitators), let alone create or preserve, the finer things of life. Some decades ago it was well kown in this country that if you gave the poor baths they would only keep coal in them. The poor, who, like the rich, are always with us, would these days be mostly expected to possess a bath but would probably be unable to afford the coal to put in it, or its modern equivalent in heating fuel.   Back to the mural: the current owner, or claiming owner is unknown and neither he or she, nor the auctioneer is telling. I expect the shop would deny having sold it for a quid and it is in any case only the tenant of the building. Suspicion, warranted or not, probably falls more on the investment company that owns it. It is probably not Banksy himself. The temptation is the estimate (by the auction house of course) that it could fetch almost half a million pounds - but before getting too excited one should bear in mind that when five Banksies were offered at auction in New York in 2011 none found a buyer.

Gone
Banksy himself is keeping quiet - mystery and anonymity being part of his succsessful public persona - but it is thought likely he would disapprove of an act so in conflict with his general social message. To me it is all part of the mystery of how some succesful modern artists make their money. It is clear how Damien Hirst does it, but who pays for Anthony Gormley to populate the remote crags of the Alps with thousands of casts of his own body? No doubt I am just showing my ignorance of the ways of wealth and culture. I console myself with the news that Denis Mahon. spectacularly successful art collector and heir to the Guinness Mahon banking fortune, has left his paintings (now worth many millions but none of them bought, in their art-unfashionable past, for more than £2000) to be distributed among a number of public museums and galleries in the UK on the conditions that the receiving collections are always freely open to the public and that they do not sell off any part of their holdings.


Art lovers
Maybe I am just hopelessly stuck in the past and we are moving from the old, drab, welfare state democracy to a new golden age where fabulously wealthy individuals commission magnificent works of art on public display - not so much new Elgins as new Borgias. In that case both Banksy and his furtive appropriators would be rather against the grain.

For undisclosed reasons, but we are told nothing to do with any doubts about title, the Banksy has now been withdrawn from sale. Parallel difficulties have afflicted the attempt of a London local council to sell off a now fabulously valuable Henry Moore sculpture which he donated for permanent public display in a poor area of London - although it has not been in its intended location for many years. No doubt it is thought to be vulnerable to vandalism, if not theft and the prohibitive cost or impossibility of insuring it is cited as a reason for disposing of it - as well as the need to pay for more basic public services as the government steadily reduces its financial support for local government. I believe the intened sale is held up not just by protests as by the difficulty of deciding who actually owns it after decades of local government reorganisations (or 'reforms' as modern politicians would like to call them) have dissolved the original recipient of the work.

Tuesday, 23 August 2011

New commonwealth

Continuing my thoughts from the previous post, I was struck by another phenomenon of present-day government and social-political thought, not parallel, not even tributary, but somewhere in the same river system.

There is considerable renewed debate about slums, now of course vaster and more intractable than anything in history. New ideas are developing as to how they should be dealt with. There are still old-fashioned slum clearance schemes, in the Philippines, for example, slums are being razed and their inhabitants relocated in neat rows of concrete boxes well away from water supplies or sources of work.

That might fit closer to the habits of forcible state intervention that I deplore and yet there is perhaps a closer relationship with the new modern ideas of the positive value of slums and slum communities. Slum dwellers are recognised for their resourcefulness and social cohesion, and also for their utility to the more privileged classes whose rubbish they recycle and lawns they water (with fresher and more bountiful supplies than they themselves have to drink). There is even a suggestion (only in part deliberately provocative) that what London needs for its better functioning is an inner-city slum.

We are approaching here an advocacy of a social equilibrium of conflict and dependence, a muted version of the state policies of Israel and apartheid South Africa. It is perhaps not a new phenomenon, but it signals the end of that active hope of state directed universal social amelioration that was born (in our country) of Victorian civic pride, responsibility and benevolence and found its last flowering in the post-war welfare state, now crumbling, unloved and vilified alike by those who pay for it and those who benefit from it.

That model may not have been totally different from the eighteenth-century idea of the lady from the big house going down to the farm labourers' cottages with a basket of bread and religious tracts, but it was often driven by individuals who themselves came from the poorer layers of society but had risen to be safely distanced from them (but still enmeshed) by commercial or political advancement. They may or may not have envisaged a radical transformation of society but their benevolence did reach to educational improvement (through mechanics' institutes, libraries, galleries and schools) as well as material relief.

It worked for a while, and perhaps only faltered as the beneficiaries increasingly became the 'middle classes' who exercised a finer personal cost-benefit calculus than their predecessors. And took to reading the Daily Mail.

Friday, 3 June 2011














"Quand je me joue à ma chatte, qui sçait si elle passe son temps de moy plus que je ne fay d'elle?"
Michel de Montaigne, Essais Book II, ch. 12














"As thus: lately in a wreck of a Californian ship, one of the passengers fastened a belt about him with two hundred pounds of gold in it, with which he was found afterwards at the bottom. Now, as he was sinking — had he the gold? or had the gold him?"
John Ruskin  "Ad Valorem" Unto This Last 1860