Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Proust, Art, and the Search for Essence




  “Bien qu’on dise avec raison qu’il n’y a pas de progress, pas de découvertes en art, mais seule, dans les sciences, et que chaque artiste recommençant pour son compte un effort individual ne peut y être aidé, ni entravé par les efforts de tout autre…” Marcel Proust
   Trans. " It is rightly said that there is no progress, no discoveries in art, but only in the sciences, and that each artist re starting for himself an individual effort cannot be neither helped, nor impeded by the efforts of all the others"
   We all know that scientific discoveries become obsolete, when replaced by newer findings in their area. The treatment they gave Proust for asthma, for instance, is completely outdated, and medicines that didn't exist in his time took its place. On the other hand, Leonardo Da Vinci's La Gioconda, among other famous artworks, was made all the way back in the Renaissance, and is art through and through. It is timeless, and will never be replaced.
Among Proust's extensive reflections on art, he talks about the book he had within and that had already been written for him, that is, transcended him. He also asserts that all of us have his own book inwardly, expressing thereby the transcendence and individualism of each. He also says that he (like each of us) only has to discover this book and bring to light. A task from which, according to him, people in general will do anything to escape. Escaping from something that exists within, independently of one's will,  means escaping from one's own essence. 
    Every artwork is contextual, in the sense of being traceable to a period in Art History, or to a determinate culture. In this sense, it is bound to time. But insofar as an expression of the uniqueness of the artist's individuality, of its absoluteness, it is timeless, like Proust's book, or La Gioconda.  People no longer paint like Renaissance artists because the culture and ideals of that time, its context, in other words, is gone. But the unique way Da Vince painted is alive forever. 
   Scientific discoveries, on the other hand, go on dethroning one another, because they are stages of a development that is collective and objective, since this development is empirically deduced from the observation of facts that should be the same for all, or from the development of laws that should also be the same for all. Knowledge is objective: The subject of science (the scientist) objectifies the world, abstracting his field of inquiry into knowledge, and being, therefore, split from it. The artist, on the other hand, feels, senses,
 or communes with his, rather than abstracts it. His rules are his own, because they oblige the expression of his uniqueness.
    The fact that these rules, or ways of expression, are individual, does not detract from the universality of an artist's work. On the contrary. The miracle of art concerns precisely  the point in which subjectivity is soul, instead of arbitrariness. This miracle is the elevation of what would be mere particularity to absoluteness. 
   Proust contends that the duty of artists is to live for themselves; for their inner world. Like Proust's narrator, they have to look within, to discover this world in the depths of themselves. To discover what has been already there, uniquely for them: their essence. Their struggle is, paradoxically, that of being led by it as they construct it, that is, that of bypassing bypass their ego. From the sphere of being one-among-many, they become alone in being.
I would say that while science aims at asserting the truth, art is beyond the polarity between true and false. While science is conquest, art  is surrender, and if science "tames" the world, art gives it a new birth.