Showing posts with label logic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label logic. Show all posts

Sunday, 7 June 2026

The sleep of reason

Oh how we battle in our minds with reason. At one moment logic seems to be the answer to our collective follies and then it seems as if reason is befouled by the very creatures that use it, our limitations as a species being embedded into the core structures of logic, so that what at one time could seem to liberate us, at another seems to chain us into our place. Sometimes I think it might be only our imaginations that can free us from this dilemma, but the roots of the imagination lie in the subconscious mind and that may itself release monsters. 

Goya wrote a caption for his famous print "The Sleep of Reason produces monsters", it stated, "Imagination abandoned by reason produces impossible monsters; united with her, she is the mother of the arts and source of their wonders". The two parts of the title sum up the quandary we find ourselves in. 

Goya: Imagination abandoned by reason produces impossible monsters; united with her, she is the mother of the arts and source of their wonders

'Los Caprichos' is a body of 80 etchings published in 1799 wherein Goya responded to the political, social and religious abuses of his time. As is often the case with great artists he was also responding to the changing materials of his craft; aquatint had just emerged as an etching technique, allowing large areas of tone to be quickly and relatively easily built up within an etching plate and it could be used to develop dark areas with an emotional register alongside the etched line work. It was as if this new technique could carry the feeling tone as well as the tonal value of our dark subconscious reality. 

The title, "Imagination abandoned by reason produces impossible monsters; united with her, she is the mother of the arts and source of their wonders", is an affirmation that Goya as an artist understood that imagination should never be totally renounced in favour of the rational. Our conscious and subconscious selves need to find a balance if we are to attune ourselves properly to life; logic without the imagination that reveals its consequences, breeding war. However, without imagination in combination with reason, we would also have no innovation. Goya's title is often shortened to "Imagination abandoned by reason produces monsters" and is used to argue that we need to be more rational in our approach to life, an approach that echoes the rise of the Enlightenment view. Building on the principles of science, this view advocated the application of rational principles to social and political reform. There was a belief that the evils of war, poverty and ignorance could be eradicated by scientific education. I notice that this belief lies behind a new attempt to seek an escape from our current seemingly irrational social and political woes. A new report by the World Inequality Lab aims to be the most comprehensive attempt yet to navigate the crises that are pushing the world toward climate breakdown, political extremism and ever greater economic and social tension and division. At its core is the concept of sufficiency – the idea that people can enjoy a prosperous, healthy life without constantly striving to consume or accumulate more material possessions, a process that degrades the natural world on which all life depends.

The authors envisage three interrelated moves. "More than halving average working time from 2,100 hours a year to 1,000 hours, roughly equivalent to a two-and-a-half-day working week; encouraging people to eat less red meat, which is the main driver of deforestation and ecological destruction and refocusing the economy toward low-consumption activities by more than doubling education spending to £7,250 a person" as well as increasing the healthcare spend. I was interested in the fact that the report has an understanding that more education leads to lower consumption. This link between education and rational beliefs is I believe similar to the one propagated during the Enlightenment. Before the First World War, educational rates had improved but the associated technological advances that were a consequence of scientific thinking led to the development of war machines that had unbelievable consequences in terms of mass slaughter. My grandfather was still suffering from the effects of having to fight in that war, continuing to relive his experiences of 1917/18 trench warfare while he was living with us in the 1960s and early 70s. He refused to speak about his time in the trenches and would occasionally be found beating his head against a doorframe, in a vain attempt to remove the still active visions of a Hell that remained in his mind. I would like to think that this new report would guide us towards a better world, but am sceptical, as it seems to rely too much on rational thinking and fails to take into account the unpredictable nature of people's desires. I sometimes think we all need counselling and to be given time to confront our dark inner recesses and only then will we be able to escape the landmines that we set in our own backyards.

As an artist Goya reminds us of our worst impulses. The Inquisition took an interest in Capricho No. 23 entitled 'Aquellos polvos...trajeron estos lodos.' (Those specks of dust...brought this sludge). The caption referring, not to the prisoner as it seems at first glance, but to the way court processes had been hijacked by the then religion dominated government. In a time of fascist aggression, any small transgression can be taken up and used by legal processes to frame innocent people, especially those who happen to think differently. In Goya's print the accused is framed in pure white, while the court and the accusers are collectively made grey by the covering aquatint, suggesting that mob rule, led by the man reading the accusation, will prevail when sentencing any individual who has been seen to speak of or represent an alternative truth. 

Goya: Those specks of dust...brought this sludge

Our contemporary social media allows for similar things to happen. It is becoming clear that as a tool for disruption and the engineering of collective hate, it is very powerful. Typical of the type of incident that seems to be occurring more and more, was one that arose in Epsom earlier this year. A young woman bumped her head after a night out, however, in a confused state, she had told the police she thought she had been gang raped. It turned out she hadn’t, but by the time this was clarified, a lot of damage had been done. 

The far-right used her testimony to galvanise hatred and fear. Bloggers, influencers and right-wing journalists spread ideas of an associated racist conspiracy. As they did mainstream politicians and magazines were sucked into the argument, giving the initial off the cuff, often racist social media posts more credence; an initial confused statement, now becoming a 'fact', around which was being stoked racial hatred. 

In those nine days, the Surrey Police were in the uncomfortable position of investigating a crime that hadn’t happened and this became a gap in time for the far-right to work up its arguments. Angry protests were organised online, white Englishmen it was stated would soon be forced to do “very, very bad things". The Surrey police it was claimed were demonstrating the “epitome of two-tier policing", a claim I see again being put forwrd in response to the more recent Southampton stabbing. 

The Spectator gave space to an article about the anger of locals and the article strongly implied that the perpetrators of the assault were brown migrants. The article again complained about two-tier policing. Robert Jenrick, who was now a Reform party member, but who had been a former Conservative Secretary of State for Justice, lectured the police from a position on Elon Muck's platform X, to insist they “communicate ASAP” about “the horrific rape.” Something of course that never actually happened, but which by now didn't really matter, because thousands of people believed it had happened and not only that they had been fed a very clear message as to who the perpetuators were. 

Notice how the arguments escalate, all without any grounding in facts, taking advantage of a gap in information, in this case using the nine days that it took the police to find out what had actually occurred. Thank goodness the police did find out that nothing actually happened, in a more pressured future, would they have been able to hold a proper investigation? They may well at another time, under the eye of a more right-wing government, be coerced to make a snap judgement, based on populist sentiment. 

This is the other side of "the sleep of reason", Goya's observations still ringing true after many years have passed, human nature it seems is not changing. This is why his work is still important, it is a reminder of who we are and who we might become, a warning and a wake-up call. 

The Global Village was a term coined by the theorist Marshall McLuhan, it was a sociological concept describing how the world had been brought closer together by electronic media, thus making distant events feel as local as if happening in the village, but it is also a reminder that even though communication systems were now global, our instincts and ways of operating as human beings remain rooted in the past. McLuhan developed the phrase before the rise of internet hosted social media platforms, communications now being even more global and almost instantaneous. Not that long ago there were devastating waves of violent pogroms taking place in villages in Eastern Europe. Some of my family arrived in England at the end of the 19th century as a result of those now nearly forgotten events. I really hope the global village doesn't have to suffer it own similar events in the future, especially as there may be no open-armed England to escape to. 

Interoceptual portrait of a fascist 

See also:

Freud and drawing invisible forces

Lacan and Drawing

The Borromean knot

Life lines


Sunday, 11 December 2022

Vanessa Baird

When I went down to London to see the William Kentridge exhibition at the Royal Academy I also managed to fit in a few other exhibitions including the OSL Contemporary Gallery at No. 9 Cork Street, that was hosting a FRIEZE exhibition of the work of Vanessa Baird. I introduced her work to readers of this blog last year as an artist who has directly confronted her difficult life as a source of imagery.  She is an artist that makes drawings of the chaos of existence, everything that happens to her being grist to a visionary mill. You really feel she has no inner censor and that what you see is the totality of what she experiences and feels about what is going on around her. If I wanted to illustrate the fact that drawing can be used to respond to the full spectrum of the human condition, there couldn't be a greater contrast between my last post on the work of William Anastasi and Baird's messy, colourful, psychologically intense images; images that seem to flow out of her life and that are exhibited in such a way that they totally fill any available space. 

Vanessa Baird: I Can Get Back Down to the End of the Town and Be Back in Time for Tea

The exhibition, 'I Can Get Back Down to the End of the Town and Be Back in Time for Tea', was quite an exhausting experience, Baird’s images made in pastel and watercolour on sheets of A1 paper, were presented three images high, edge to edge, wall papering the upstairs gallery space at OSL Contemporary, so that there was no space left for anything else.  
Her storytelling comes from a wide range of references, most from her own lived experiences, as well as some from Scandinavian folklore and literature. She is also regularly commenting on contemporary political and social affairs as well as making observations on personal domestic realities. 

Vanessa Baird

She is as happy to make an image of herself unexpectedly farting whilst cleaning up broken crockery, her severely distressed mother watching on, as she is to illustrate a creature from a Scandinavian folk tale. Because so many of her drawings include images of her very ill mother, her work reminds me of a time when I had to watch my own mother dying of cancer and of the images I made 40 years ago. They are images that when I see them now I still find uncomfortable and difficult to look at, but at the time they had to be made. I would travel down to Dudley on a Friday evening after work and travel back to Leeds on Sunday evenings. At the time I wasn't driving so I used the coach, filling small sketchbooks with scribbled drawings about what was happening and then making more worked up images during the week. I drew things she told me, stories of her life and images of her dying. The chair at the side of her bed had spirals of inlaid mother of pearl set into its arms, as the weeks wore on and it was clear she wasn't going to last long, those spirals become more and more significant. Life will at some point or other throw at you the full kitchen sink of emotional and intellectual conundrums and if art is what I think it is, it will be up to dealing with any and all of these experiences. 

Constance Thelma Barker 1985

Constance Thelma Barker 1985

Slipping away

Vanessa Baird's images are much more energetic and life affirming and I was very aware that her own experience differed considerably from mine. When I was making images of my mother's slow death I had young children of my own and responsibilities, all of which heightened a sense of being unable to really deal with the emotional issues that surrounded me at the time. Experiencing the death of another is also about the coming to terms with the death of oneself. I am now much older than my mother was when she died and feel as if I still have a lot of life's experiences to process as imagery. Baird's images are however far more immersive than mine, perhaps I have always maintained a certain distance from life in order to respond to it. Perhaps as Baird gets older she will become more detached, her present life whereby she spends most of her time caring for her ageing mother, is one many people might recognise, but few would have the energy left to also make so many images about the experience. Her life experience is I would have thought a hard one, but she also reminds us that we must never forget, in the middle of sorrow there is often comedy.


Earlier in the year I went to the Kawanabe Kyōsai exhibition at the Royal Academy, and Baird's imagery brought back memories of another artist that was happy to draw and make images of everything and anything he experienced. The fart as an image is ubiquitous, something I've seen in old German woodcuts and the drawings of Hokusai, as well as an activity celebrated by comics and comediennes from Mel Brooks to Miriam Margolyes. 

Kawanabe Kyōsai: A study of the effects of flatulence 

The fart joke is probably the oldest joke. Chaucer told a classic in The Summoner’s Tale. A manipulative friar seeks a donation from an old man, who angrily says he already donates enough to the church.  The friar then gives him a sermon about the dangers of anger, before asking him again for a donation. The old man replies that he can have a donation if he agrees to divide it equally amongst the other friars at the convent. The friar agrees and so the old man asks him to put his hands together as if he is about to receive some money. The old man then turns round and drops a tremendous fart into the friar’s cupped hands. The second half of the story is then concerned with how to divide a fart evenly and the tale's final image is of twelve friars arranged  around a wagon wheel, each at the end of one of its twelve spokes. Then, when a fart is released over the centre of the wheel, it will according to Chaucer, travel evenly along each spoke and therefore the nose of each friar will receive an equal portion of a carefully divided nasty whiff. 

A fart joke from an illuminated manuscript 1344

The images that we create as human beings can be sublime and can also be crude, who is to say which are the most important to us? 





Vanessa Baird's images are stacked edge to edge

Vanessa Baird

The fact that both William Anastasi and Vanessa Baird could at one time or another have been making images whereby I found parallels with my own approaches, points to the issue of life itself and how different concerns emerge. At one point in my life it was the philosophical conundrums of art practice that fascinated me, such as what lay behind representation and at another time I felt much more deeply engaged with the drama and complexity of everyday life and how I could use images to reflect on it. My recent work on interoception, consciousness and the way our nervous system is layered has made me much more thoughtful about how emotional feelings and intellectual engagement are intertwined and that the full spectrum of life; thinking and feeling can be all dealt with by a drawing practice that like a diary records and responds to life as it changes. As I get older I also get less and less worried about what my work is about and much more interested in what emerges as I make it. The journey of the work now made, perhaps reflects the complex journey of later life, of knowing a lot of stuff but being less and less able to do the things you used to do. The one thing that is still in common with the images I was making 60 years ago, being that I still just like making images and above all finding out what the next one will be like. 

See also:

Hybrid forms Reflections on the acceptance of difference and fluidity