neuroarthistory, by Robert Genn

Robert Genn Self-PortraitThis is from an email newsletter I receive from Robert Genn, a painter here in BC.

His emails are pretty wide-ranging, but at the core is always the topic of creativity.

I thought this one in particular worth sharing.

Neuroarthistory

September 26, 2006

A new art buzzword is “neuroarthistory.” It’s the brain-blatt of a couple of U.K. professors. Art history expert John Onians of the University of East Anglia, and neuroscientist Semir Zeki of University College, London, using new scanning  techniques, are probing the brains of artists, including dead ones. They are attempting to answer questions such as: What went on in the brains of Monet, Leonardo, and the ancient cave-painters? What goes on in the brains of today’s working artists? How do the brains of amateur and professional artists differ? Why do artists in certain times or places have certain visual tastes?

“The most interesting aspect of neuroarthistory is the way it enables us to get inside the minds of people who either could not or did not write about their work,” says Prof. Onians. “We can now understand much about the visual and motor preferences of people separated from us by  thousands of miles or thousands of years.” The profs speculate on 32,000-year-old art in the cave of Chauvet in France. “No approach other than neuroarthistory can explain why this, the first art, is also the most naturalistic, capturing the mental and physical resources of bears and lions as if on a wildlife film,” says Onians.

Chauvet Cave painting

Examining these cave drawings in person, I noticed effects not unlike modern drawing. There’s the characterization of species differentiation through broad expressive strokes. For example, the back-lines of the rhinoceros-like beasts on the left side
of the cave–repeated five times–are strong and weighty–merging directly into their tails. I’ve often wondered if these “primitive” drawings were done without the interference of advanced language skills. Did these artists have words such as “back” or “tail”? So you know what we’re talking about, I’ve asked Andrew to illustrate these remarkable
works in the current clickback.

According to the profs, neuroarthistory can also explain why Florentine painters made more use of line and Venetian painters more of colour. (Did they? The sophisticated use of colour includes lack of strong colour.) Jargon such as “neural plasticity” and “mirror neurons” is used to explain the “formation of different visual preferences and artists’ deportments.” For example, the profs mention that Europeans such as Leonardo stood before vertical canvases while the Chinese sat before horizontal sheets of silk or paper.
Different strokes for different folks.

Best regards,

Robert

PS: “We can also use neuroarthistory much more widely, both to better understand the nature of familiar artistic phenomena such as style, and to crack so far intractable problems such as ‘what is the origin of art?'” (John Onians)

Esoterica: A sensitive looker, by looking at the art of any age, can “read” energy, power, ignorance, understanding, carelessness, wonder, worship, laziness, honour, fear, humour, bias, denial, stupidity, and senility, among other things.
Living artists evolve and develop by learning to see these sorts of nuances in the works of themselves and others. In the meantime, we all look forward to seeing the posthumous brain-scans of long-empty skulls.

Robert Genn writes a free twice weekly email letter that goes out to creative people all over the world. You can find out about it at www.painterskeys.com 

Travolta… no reason I ask

Cheese, baby!

From Defamer:

Every once in a while, a reader will send in something just interesting or odd enough to totally mesmerize us, something that we we feel oddly compelled to share despite our complete inability to find a blogworthy angle. If you need a context for the attached photo, it’s merely a sign from San Diego’s Little Italy neighborhood, one of a series celebrating various famous Americans of Italian extraction, sponsored by a local business called Precious Cheese. If you need a further reason to stare, feel free to impose your own meaning on the serendipitous pairing of sponsor and overly earnest, past-his-prime actor, and muse that “Precious Cheese” is Travolta’s drag name or his term of endearment for his favorite private jet passenger. Either way, Precious Cheese will haunt our dreams tonight.

Crowe on Irwin: appalling

 irwinshark

Make of this what you will. Personally, if I’d been an Aussie, I’d have died to portray Steve Irwin. Russell Crowe apparently feels differently.

Actor Russell Crowe called reports that he may play “Crocodile Hunter” Steve Irwin in a film biography of Irwin‘s life “appalling,” he told CNN’s “Showbiz Tonight.”

“This is my friend,” Crowe told “Showbiz Tonight” anchor A.J. Hammer during an interview for Crowe’s new film, “A Good Year.” “All right? He just died. We’ve dealt with his funeral, we’ve dealt with a memorial to him. You know?

“I’m not doing business over the grave of my friend. I find that appalling. But, you know, that’s not just in the tabloid[s]. That’s in The Guardian, its in The New York Times. Understand? Absolutely disgusting.”

the Meatpacking District: a history

Gawker‘s current muse is the Meatpacking District, and in an attempt to exorcise the demons that have driven them to this absurd and unholy fascination, they’ve posted three times today on the topic, perhaps hoping to exhaust this obsession before it becomes embarassing.

Too late.

But this one is funny at least:

Approx. 4500 B.C.: Lenape tribe settle in New York area, shun Meatpacking District as “too canoe & kayak.”

1524: Florentine navigator Giovvani da Verrazzano becomes first person of Italian descent to visit area; gets handjob from drunken local after claiming to be “a large personne in the Spice trades…”

1626: New Netherland Director General Peter Minuit purchases Manhattan from local tribes for $24 plus promise to buy at least two bottles of Cristal in V.I.P. lounge.

1664: Director General Peter Stuyvesant surrenders New Amsterdam to the English; King Charles II declares territory “an area forewith to which we will send our most wretched, unpleasant personages”; early progenitors of various Sykes siblings sit up and take notice…

1985: Florent opens. Although even the neighborhood’s fiercest detractors acknowledge innovation and daring implicit in the opening of a bistro in the MPD at this point in time, it can only be viewed as the root of the poisonous tree from whence springs all evil…

2000: Samantha Jones moves from UES to MPD. Thousands of young women who are so unimaginative that they base their own lives on an HBO program written by a gay man and some dude who will eventually become the world’s most annoying advice columnist decide that the area is the next big thing.

Lotus opens. Had al-Qaeda bombed this place during certain evenings of its first year they would today be considered national heroes, feted at awards dinners and their features put on stamps and currency…

Cat’s Head Theatre presents: Hamlet

Man, those costumes look uncomfortable. These are some patient cats. Act II, scene 2, with bonus “Monarch” metaphor action.