I love documentaries, and I love Auntie Beeb.
I quite like Victoria Coren Mitchell. I like her in Only Connect, and when I spotted How to Be Bohemian, I watched the three parts of this documentary.
First, it was very interesting, and I always like to learn new things.
Then, in the second part, when Mrs Coren Mitchell talked about Eric Gill (a man I'd never heard of until that moment - because I'm still not omniscient or plugged into some Akashic Records), I wanted to give her a hug and thank her for no longer wanting to see some of his art after learning that he'd abused his young daughter and that he'd used her to inspire him.
Apparently, Eric Gill couldn't keep his equipment in his trousers (so to speak, since it seems that he took to wearing dresses and robes - to be always ready??). He screwed many, and on his list, his own sister can be found.
All right. I'm not going to be your average prude, but I can't help imagining a man manipulating his sibling into having sex with him rather than having her agreeing to fuck her brother. But, let's try to be hugely tolerant, and let's say two consenting adults had some fun together. Not our business. Fine.
But... according to the man himself, if his diary's to be believed, he raped at least two of his daughters. There is no possible way we, as humans, can hear that and not wish to send a creature like Gill into complete oblivion (if I could go Egyptian on the guy and erase him from History, I'd be tempted).
But then, Mrs Coren Mitchell interviewed
Fiona
MacCarthy, a biographer of Gill, and then I realized that when it comes to standing by the victims, we're not out of the wood.
Mrs Coren Mitchell asked if we should know the background of a work of art. If the life of the "artist" goes into illegality, shouldn't we stop the person? Being an artist doesn't give anyone a licence to abuse or hurt anyone else (artists can drink, smoke, and snort powder as much as they want; I don't care - as long as they don't try to force me to join or attempt to break my favourite vase).
So, here, we're talking about a man who raped his own children. Even if he had a brain tumour that could explain his vagrant prick, he was an abusive manipulator and a sex predator in my book.
And here comes the immunity card for him: he's an artist. <insert fake gasp here>
When asked if the real life and the art should be viewed as separate, Mrs MacCarthy made me cringe.
Fiona MacCarthy: I can
separate them. And I think that it's the kind of dichotomy in human behaviour that
somebody who can behave so reprehensibly can produce these works of supreme
art.
Victoria Coren Mitchell: Something like the Girl in Bath though, the images he made of his
daughter, those erotic images of a naked child. I'm afraid it makes me want to
get in a time machine and kneecap him [that's the part that made me want to hug her! I'd lend her a hand!]. Do
you find those images beautiful?
FMC: I still
find them beautiful, yes. And if he was a less good artist, I don't think I
would bother with him. I don't think that I would be at all concerned with his
sexual life or at all interested in it. I think that’s the testing thing. It's this
curious tension that produces the rather particular beauty of those images, and
I think, perhaps, even that one understands them more deeply by knowing the
history.
VCM: But you
might say, well, knowing that he abused his children in this way; yes, one
understands better what he was doing in that drawing, and in understanding it, one
wants to reject it, no?
FMC: Well, I
wouldn't say that, you see. I think that people who try to police works of art
according to what they believe to be the political views or the sexual behaviour
of the artist, then they rule out an awful lot of great art. What about Wagner?
Do you switch off Wagner because you disapprove of his anti-Semitic views?
VCM: Yes!
FMC: You do!? You
switch him off!
VCM: Yeah, I realize
that strikes you as terribly philistine…
FMC: Yes!
VCM: And I do
know it's complicated, I love the poetry of Yeats; he was in his own weird
way a sort of Nazi sympathizer. I know these things are complex, and it’s very
hard to make an absolute rule, but when I look at those images of Gill’s young
daughter, and I know that he abused her; I think it's not something I want to
see again.
FMC: Well, I
think that this is a very, very narrow view of art, of society, and that one
can’t be so dogmatic. One has to try and take it on board.
This is not victim-blaming, but when someone says, 'Oh, but that Artist is soooooooo good that I can ignore the fact that he (or she) [or it, for all I care] is skinning kittens alive for fun.', then that is deciding to not condemn the fellow biped for doing something bad because that biped is doing something else that you like.
It's simple enough, you put yourself in the shoes (or the paws) of the victim, and you think long and hard how you'd like the rest of the world to come to your rescue. Do you want the coppers to come and stop the abuse, or do you want an art critic or a fan to tell you to be proud of your abuser because he's suuuuuuuuuuuuuuch a grrrrrrreat Aaaaartist? Go on, answer that one.
No amount of genius justifies throwing a victim under the "art" bus.
That's true for Gill. That's true for any abuser who happens to be an artist, like that so-called writer-actor-director who was accused by his step-daughter (the girl is toast in that art world, and the man's still working and getting trophies).
Mind you, that's not limited to art. Have some money (a few billions should work), and you can get away with abusing, say, your step-daughter - the judge will only order you to serve four months - two if you're a nice bloke, coz you lead a "productive life", and your family's important for the community.
When I go shopping, it can take me time because I check that I'm not going to give money to companies that have despicable business habits and/or nasty bosses.
I do the same with artists. I've got a blacklist.
There are enough decent geniuses to entertain us (I didn't know Gill before I watched that documentary, but when I saw his art... I didn't feel a thing. To me, he's in the "nothing to write about" category, and now that I know what he did to his children, I'll ignore anything by him. Not because I'm a philistine - I'm not, but because he's not that good, and as a man, which is inseparable from the artist, he was a monster).
I'll still enjoy the works of any drunkard, drug addict, libertine, but pardon me, I'll draw the line at rapist... and no amount of justification will make me agree with you if you want to keep enjoying the works of any biped guilty of that crime.
That's not a "very, very narrow view of art, of society", that's the position of a survivor who knows what it's like to be in the claws of a monster with the rest of the world ignoring your plight. So gimme another tune, Cupcake, and behave like a decent human being and shun the monsters - quite often, they're overpriced brats who are selling you some invisible cloth. The sooner you see that the king is naked, that their art is empty, and that you're standing by a plonker who's dragging you into the abuse, the better.
*curtseys, & hops off the soapbox*
