An enduring myth of American culture is that of the rugged individualist. One of the core values of American culture is the drama in all its variants of an individual determinedly sticking to a singular and personal code of ethics irrespective of outside influence, the opinions of the majority. Something intangible, a kind of magic that will not only survive, but also bloom and thrive, acting to sustain the spirit of an ethical, but not necessarily nice loner who navigates his way bravely through a corrupt and often false world, and choose their associates along the way, some of which don’t follow conventional wisdom.
High Noon.Gary Cooper A bit of John Wayne. Composites of all types of forgotten and anonymous who have somehow left an imprint on our collective consciousness.As unhip and uncool as this may appear to the educated, Yuppie, post modern, Zen, yoga, green, deconstructed; it really holds much that is true. Face it, its what constitute America’s greatness which despite all the failures which with unending application and fervor we are made aware of a daily basis, it is still the most open, the most inclusive, and greatest culture in history.
So, artistically, it becomes very easy, the past of least resistance to disparage the past, anything not pop art post modern as if pre-pop culture has no value, being locked in the “primitive” mode of expression, a less than acceptable articulation of the human condition.Not true. All this to say that Madame Pickwick has brought back in, after an absence of several years, a collection of painting surfaces that evoke bygone days of our pioneer heritage.
Annie Oakley is not going to be doing a live fire demonstration in our showroom, but we will be carrying imitation old fashioned “rusted” tin objects such as shovels, milk cans, household implements and Christmas decorations in the spirit an older and sometimes wiser America. For some reason that boundary breaking, frontier pushing aspect of American culture never took hold in Europe, though the attraction of certain aspects like the cowboy and Indian culture remain powerful symbols in France, whether it’s Rousseau’s Noble Savage or to kick in Voltaire’s head that Canada was “nothing more than a few acres of snow” …