Showing posts with label Modern Art. Show all posts
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Monday, May 21, 2018

Carl Jung: … I find it very difficult, both as a psychologist and a human being, to establish any relationship with modern abstract art.




To Heinrich Berann

Dear Herr Berann, 27 August 1960

Thank you very much for the samples you have sent me of your Paintings.

Although you may not know it, I find it very difficult, both as a psychologist and a human being, to establish any relationship with modern abstract art.

Since one’s feelings seem to be a highly unsuitable organ for judging this kind of art, one is forced to appeal to the intellect or to intuition in order to gain any access to it.

But even then most of the little signs and signals by which human beings relate to one another seem to be absent.

The reason for this, it seems to me, is that in those depths from which the statements of the modern artist come the individual factor plays so small a role that human communication is abolished.

" I remain I and you remain you"-the final expression of the alienation and incompatibility of individuals.

These strange messages are well suited to our time, marked as it is by mass-mindedness and the extinction of the individual.

In this respect our art has an important role to play: it compensates a vital deficiency and anticipates the illimitable loneliness of man.

The question that forces itself upon me when contemplating a modem picture is always the same: what can’t it express?

Yours sincerely,

C.G. Jung Carl Jung, Letters Vol. II, Pages 585-586.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Carl Jung on “Modern Art.”



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No. I cannot occupy myself with modern art any more. It is too awful.

That is why I do not want to know more about it.’

At one time I took a great interest in art. I painted myself, sculpted and did wood carving.


I have a certain sense of color.

When modern art came on the scene, it presented a great psychological problem for me.

Then I wrote about Picasso and Joyce.

I recognized there something which is very unpopular, namely the very thing which confronts me in my patients.

These people are either schizophrenics or neurotics. Neurotics smart under the problems of our age.

They smart under the conditions of its time.

Art derives its life from and expresses the conditions of our time. In that sense art is prophetic.

It speaks as the plant speaks of nature and of the earth, of ground and background. My patients make similar pictures.

When they are in a chaotic state, all forms dissolve. Then panic grips them.

Everything threatens to fall to pieces and we are in a state of panic—though it is an unadmitted panic. What does this art say?

This art is a flight from the perceptible world, from the visible reality. What does it mean, to turn one’s eye inward?

The first thing people see there is the debris of destruction, and the infantilism of their own souls.

That is why they imitate the tyro.

People admire the art of the primitives. True, it is art, but it is primitive.

Or one imitates the drawings of children. The schizophrenics do that too.

To the extent that it is a manifestation of a yearning for the primary it may have a positive value. But dissolution demands synthesis.

And I am always concerned with the pile of wreckage, with the ruins of that which has been, with infantile attempts at something new. Carl Jung, C.G. Jung Speaking: Interviews and Encounters, Pages 219-224