Subject-Matter
  • “There is no work of art without a subject,” said Ortega — and with him here I do not demur.

    Subject-matter isn’t the only component of art — nor is it the most complicated — but it is the most fundamental.

    It is the component toward which all others are geared.

    Subject is what the artist presents; it is the ends. All other attributes are the means.

    In the following sketch, for example, the subject-matter is the human eye:



    The paper, the medium, the artist’s style, and so on — these are the means by which the artist has presented her subject.

    Because art is selective and because the artist is the selector, an artist’s choice of subject-matter discloses precisely what that artist regards as relevant in human life.

    The same is of course true of writers and the art of writing.

    What does a writer write about?

    That is the most fundamental question a reader can ask — and answering it will tell you exactly what any given writer regards as existentially important.

    A writer might, for instance, choose for a subject love, or war, or injustice.

    Or a writer might choose horror.

    Or crime.

    Or religion.

    Or any one of a number of other things.

    The point isn’t in the specific. The point is that it’s the subject in collaboration with the theme that projects what the artist believes the human place in the universe to be.

    And the drive to present this is, I say, the driving force behind all art.






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  • Averil Dean 02.28.2012

    I’m always interested in the line between craft and art, though I’d be hard-pressed to say where it falls. I would consider my writing craft–art implies an intention I haven’t aspired to at this point, and perhaps a choice of subject matter beyond my current pay grade. Or maybe the word scares me. Craft seems safer, more like an apprenticeship.

    Veered wildly off-topic, sorry Mr Pulp.

  • Apprentice work? Please. You’re overly modest, Ms. Dean.

    The truth is, you write so well — your prose so pristine — that it could only be called artistic. In fact, far from being “wildly off-topic,” you’re right on topic. This — what you brought up — is precisely where the subject leads. It goes pretty deep. I’ve touched upon it before, and this in part is my take:

    To qualify as a legitimate art form, the medium must have the power to convey ideas (i.e. abstractions) in a perceptual form — which is to say immediately.

    This is why culinary art is not, in the true sense, an actual art but a skill: the best foie gras in the world cannot convey even the simplest human abstraction, let alone something as complex as the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.

    The same thing is true of sewing, gem-cutting, carpentry, and many, many other difficult skills and trades as well. They don’t qualify as actual art, valuable and important as they may be, because they don’t have the power to capture or convey a wide range of abstract meaning. They cannot, in other words, objectify reality through their medium.

    That is what art does. It objectifies the human experience. That is why art is a necessity.

    To truly qualify as art, the medium must be able to reproduce nature and then infuse that data with conceptual content.

  • Gem-cutting. My mom and I had a conversation about that recently. She adores jewelry, and has drawers full of rings, pendants, chains, pins . . . you name it, she’s got about 102 of them, lovingly collected over a lifetime. She always wants to give me her treasures but I don’t care for adornment–I don’t like the way it breaks up the lines of the body and can never remember it when I’m getting dressed. Anyway, she insists that jewelry is art and that’s why she loves it. I think in her mind any creative endeavor is necessarily artistic, and I’ve never been able to convince her that while her ornaments may be lovely and beautifully crafted, they’re not art.

    My argument lacked coherence until you cleared it up for me. So thank you. Maybe now she’ll stop trying to make me look like a Christmas tree.

  • “She always wants to give me her treasures but I don’t care for adornment”

    Me neither, to be honest. What’s the saying? Were a man’s treasure is, there will his heart lie also …

  • You made various nice points there. I did a search on the matter and found most people will agree with your blog.

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