How’s it going. Me? I’m alright, yeah. Anyway,
This essay series is built atop the goldmine hidden within the sewage treatment plant that is Twitter, and seeks to pull out and process the best nuggets with a view to transform the unfinished and present the ‘over-finished’. Succintly, I’m going to take the “in this essay I will” ideas half-shared on Twitter and actually write the essay.
Apropos, the tweet thread that first burst the bean for me:
The goal is not just to complete the thought in a 2,500 - 7,500 word splurging of purple prose. The selections aren’t vague or half-baked, even if the tweets themselves are. There are at least three handfuls of truth buried in every tweet like this, and by sieving through that lumpy coagulate with interest, investigation and interestigation I hope to find those three handfuls and awkwardly show them to you, half-juggling, half-gesturing with the bounty found in the words of strangers.
We begin then, with the Outline. It is not necessary reading, but seems necessary writing, so I did.
Modern art, speaking of the art produced in the last decade rather than the movement of the same name, no longer relies on the audience speaking on its behalf. Allusions that might have been hidden behind a fine art degree’s paywall in decades prior are now announced, vocalised on-screen to be witnessed and appreciated immediately to ensure the point was not squandered by inopportune presentation. This does not mean the audience has stopped speaking, as the opposite is demonstrable. Internet access has exploded in the last ten years, a net positive consequence to a system of technologies initially designed to better facillitate global war. This access has surged the amount of content available for consumption, consideration and criticism, with every piece of art released on social media garnering (if the poster is lucky) the eyeballs in potentia of a truly global fanbase. That global connection unsurprisingly leads to a plethora of interpretation, consumption and engagement methods, and a vastly wide array of experiences being applied to the art. In short, the art is speaking, while being spoken for and to. This is what modern art is. With these dialogues underlapping and overextending in and around themselves, Gordian knots are formed in cliques and niche communities which birth memes and in-jokes that are at best inperceptible and at worst entirely unparsible to outsiders.
This set of behaviours and subcultures exists entirely alongside the prior-to standard method of artistic practice and presentation, and herein lies the friction expressed by the tweet thread. Artists, perhaps formally trained or perhaps aspirational toward the formal training of art schools, further education and so on, are seen to be pretentious when reflecting the content of their chosen style. When that style involves, as is named, “their 37th oil painting of a pale girl in bondage”, the value derived by the sub-culture of ‘Very Online’ art consumers is diminished as a function of that group’s cultural distance from that style.
In this climate, contributions to modern art are expected to be seen through lenses - or perhaps screens - of connection and reference, where Goku in Mcdonalds might stand as a more valuable contribution to modern art by dint of it being a set of connected symbols, connected to the sub-culture in a specific manner that the 37th oil painting of a pale girl in bondage is likely not. Thus do we arrive at the ‘value’ of the work, as jusged by these two posters.
In this essay, I will show how postmodernism rewards the 'Very Online' in their building and maintaining of sub-cultural cliques that allow and encourage specific modes of art consumption and production.
The reason I chose to open the series with this particular thread is because it encapsulates what I love seeing online - individual posters addressing strangers (or ficticious people the poster dreamt up) with blanket statements deriding or encouraging behaviour, followed by the development of that idea by another poster, pulling the direction hard into a fixed interpretation. Is that too narrow a thing to love seeing? Either way I see it all the time.
Let’s look at the statements.
“Stop listening to these pretentious fine artists about what a real art job is, they’re just mad their 37th oil painting of a pale girl in bondage didn’t get enough attention as a digital art of goku working at mcdonalds!”
as Mike Rugnetta might say, there’s a lot to unpack here. The opening salvo of this two-tweet thread outlines in its barrage the parameters of the fight.
What’s being said is fairly clear: don’t pay attention to the haters, since they’re just envious of the zeitgeist favouring new, referential or quirky digital art over physical, perhaps more played-out, less referential and more aesthetic art. prima facie, not a lot of depth on these bones.
but it’s the manner in which this simple thought is conveyed that juices those bones up enough to get a stew going - a stew that attracts the later Goku-poster.
“Stop listening to these pretentious fine artists” This is glistening with the viscera of a battle that clearly rages on in the sub-culture this individual is shouting toward. We get the impression that there may be a shadow-cadre of classically trained oil eroticists on this twitterer’s radar as they deliver the warning. We can’t take them seriously, we’re told - they’re not authentic, and they focus on the things only inauthentic people do - fine art. the stuff that has prefixes like Pre-Raphaelite and suffixes like Of The Late Romantic Period. No genuine, in-the-now artist would value an opinion so baked in the clay oven of ancient, fine art.
A delicious opener. let’s continue.
“… about what a real art job is” We now see the wounds of those battles, the technique of the enemy exposed for all to recognize: fine artists are saying you’re not a real artist unless you’re working like them: in a physical medium, preferably an expensive one, depicting the classic archetypes - portraiture, the human form, landscapes if you must. This enemy polemic is already undermined, since we know they’re pretentious (A trait that is uniformly and universally vilified, the reasons for which I will talk about in the future).
“… they’re just mad their 37th oil painting of a pale girl in bondage” Here we’re given a moment to sympathize (yet never empathize; we would never do 37 oil paintings). Our enemy is not evil. They’re just struggling. struggling to break out of an art-rut, maybe, or struggling to make sense of the art they were made to make: fine art. Art that expects appreciation due to subject matter and emotional power. 37 times over this fine artist has made this commitment to a topic we might not find to our taste and yes, it might not be to the artist’s taste either. But the commitment was made, and they’re angry now. So they look to find a cause. a target to blame for their lacklustre reception.
“… didn’t get enough attention as a digital art of goku in mcdonalds!” Like a well crafted haiku or fully realized sonnet, like the final riposte in an épée duel, like the last screen in Super Mario Bros where you hit the far side of the bridge leaving Bowser to fall to his lavadeath, we see the turn. The poster has shown the humanity in this pretentious fine artist only so that we may watch the light go out of their imagined eyes as this hammer falls. All they are is envy, seeking to deride something we know to be valuable, so much more valuable than any of those three dozen pale BDSM ladies. The newly conjured Goku-shaped image is so clearly realized, so perfectly crystallized in by this member of the genuine, in-the-now sub-culture. We cannot help but form justifications for why such a piece would be more valuable than yet another oily latex woman.
And that’s exactly what we get in the second impact.
For those unfamiliar with “McDonalds Goku”, here it is, as part of a French ad campaign for the quick-service restaurant, performing a fusion with what looks like a royale with cheese.
“Especially when Goku in Mcdonalds stands as the more valuable contribution to modern art, speaking to the iconization of commercialism and the complex identity of the worker in our society, in this essay I will-”
If our minds hadn’t finished building the defense of Goku in McDonald’s, this followup by poster number two gives us the framework.
As with all “in this essay I will” posts, they attempt the not-inglorious feat of throwing girthy words together in a manner that, sufficiently organised, arranged and consolidated, would produce a perfectly sound slab of Argument, a tetris wall of logic destined to fall to earth all at once. As ethereal as the perfect tetris wall manouvre, this essay exists only for a second, perfect in its un-written-ness. As I’ve said elsewhere, my goal is to over-finish these pieces of threatened wisdom, to play beyond the hypothetical perfect tetris move and continue until the screen, both metaphysical and regularphysical, is full. Let’s continue.
Poster number two is almost certainly part of this sub-culture war. They know which side they align with and they know how to bolster the first salvo with an artillery barrage of laden, turgid ammunition. Bombs like “iconization”, “commercialism” and “identity” drop on the heads of those 37 pale girls in bondage, vaporizing what nascent justifications they might have hoped to one day share (or more likely, hoped the curator of the fine art exhibition would share in the accompanying booklet provided gratis upon entry).
Where poster number two takes this bombing run is pretty interesting in itself, and we’ll cover it briefly in Part Two, but I’d like to focus on the manner in which this “in this essay, I will” is deployed: additively, rather than combatively or antagonistically. It seeks to build the mythos of Goku in McDonald’s VS 37 Oil Painting Pale Girls, thereby cementing the poster’s place in the narrative and, more importantly, the thread.
The poster clearly expects those girthwords to do the legwork that I’m doing now, but that expectation belies the mentality of the shared sub-culture between the posters. It is implied that, through being part of this group, you will know how and why “the iconization of commercialism and the complex identity of the worker in our society” is more important and more valuable to modern art as a concept than 37 pale girls in bondage. the legwork I’m doing now, in other words, is done by the group you’re in, so you don’t need to worry about doing it.
Except the legwork is how you get brainstrong. So let’s do it.
Welcome to the meat in this roast, the fulcrum about which this essay seesaw swings, the essay in potentia so portentious that I began a whole Substack to discuss it. Let’s look at it again:
“Goku in McDonalds stands as the more valuable contribution to modern art [and] speak[s] to the iconization of commercialism and the complex identity of the worker in our society”
That’s the meatball on the hook that got me to reel myself in on this discussion. The bait was so delightfully picante, so generously seasoned with word-salt and concept-pepper that I swallowed, dear reader. Harder than perhaps any other consumer of this thread did I swallow the self-consciously impotent threat of an essay, using it to fuel my production of the real, self-consciously over-potent delivery of an essay you hold on your screen of choice. That essay stretches luxuriously before you.
In Western society during the 21st Century no anime has come close to matching the impact of Dragonball, followed by Dragonball Z, in terms of popularity, cultural saturation and subsequent imitation. Japanese mangaka Akira Toriyama, the creator and brainbirther of the Dragonball franchise is known across animation studios, game design companies and cartoon networks as the man that brought anime to the West. It is perhaps fitting, then, that Toriyama’s most famous character - Son Goku - is a stylized repackaging of one of the principle characters in Journey to the West, itself one of the most popular literary texts ever, from China.
Journey to the West tells the story of Sun Wukong, also known as “Monkey King” who develops power, knowledge and special techniques through a series of adventures that culminates in his ascension to the “Celestial Bureaucracy” and subsequent fall from grace due to his untamed hubris. The story has been told and retold a myriad times since its 16th-century debut, and is relevant to us because of Toriyama’s adoption of Sun Wukong’s character for his own narrative. Son Goku, known to most simply as Goku, is a clear reference to the Monkey King, with his lighthearted attitude and superhuman abilities, weapon choice and early method of transportation, even down to the simian tail Goku occasionally sports. For a more detailed exploration of the connections between these works, look here and here. Let it suffice to say, the playful monkey that reaches godhood through acquiring wisdom and power is a template used to its maximum with Toriyama’s Goku.
With this precedent in a parallel-history, Goku adopts a sort of pseudo-backstory that presages his rise to legendary cultural icon in the West. Through the usage of Journey to the West’s characterization (along with some generous story beat-matching), Toriyama’s Goku journeys to our own West already with a wealth of cultural artifacts both from Chinese mythology and Japanese contemporary culture. While Sun Wukong journeyed to find the wisdom of the Tao and a way to live forever, Son Goku was sent on a journey that has guaranteed his immortality in terms of cultural osmosis and influence. In short, Goku is the embodiment of all of the power Sun Wukong had (and to be clear, Sun Wukong becomes so powerful he gives himself the name Qitian Dasheng, meaning “great sage who is equal to Heaven”) without most of the downsides in personality (Goku isn’t as cocky as Wukong, nor is he as prone to needless violence). Indeed, it is as though Goku learned the lessons taught to Wukong about those character flaws even as he was being derived from Wukong.
So what we have is a character akin to a god, with little in the way of vice or flaw, tied directly to Chinese mythology, landing on the shores of the anglosphere and generating immense cultural waves. These waves carried the story of Goku and his friends through anime, films, games and spinoffs, but also carried the trope itself through to pop culture, wetting the undammed floors of Western artists and writers and seeping into the unkempt shag carpet of places like DeviantArt, Tumblr and so on. Goku, unlike the West’s similarly powerful and vice-less god-hero Superman aka Clark Kent aka Kal-El, had to train and fight and develop his power, often suffering losses (and multiple actual deaths) on the way. The question at the heart of Goku’s character is not, “How will he save everyone?” or, “How will he stop the villain?”; it is more simple, and thereby more relatable: “Will he overcome?”. This shift in focus and inclusion of potential failure is heartily palpable in the early episodes of the early seasons of Dragonball, the show in which we first meet Goku, and that thrill of danger rarely leaves the show even as the stakes creep toward the abstract and the scale of danger zooms ever outward.
Even if fans of the show and character are unaware of its parallels with Journey to the West, the tried-and-true storyline and characterization imbue Goku and friends with a backbone that has stood the test of time, weathered and refined by centuries of retellings and alterations, leaving us with a polished and efficiently packaged individual that requires all of 20 seconds of screen-time to understand.
With this character firmly in mind, what can be said about the intentions of that brave, foolish or brave-ish fool of a marketer who took Son Goku’s skin and slapped it into a Mcdonald’s advertisement?
The surface-level semiotic gesturing is fairly straightforward - moreso than a lot of more abstract advertisements made for perfumes or vehicles - on one level, Goku can be seen as simply being his symbols. He embodies extremely basic ideas like strength, honour, dedication to training/family/friends and so on. This one-to-one semiotic link allows the visual shorthand to become even shorter; here, a picture is worth a thousand words but actually resembles only like, seven.
Deploying Goku at Mcdonald’s has the basic effect of saying “look, this strong tough man is dedicated to being the best and, depending on the episode, hellbent on destroying the biggest threat to humanity or fighting to return from heaven itself. He is in McDonalds, and is purchasing an item from the menu now. [More than that, he is performing the ‘fusion dance’ with the McDonald’s self-service kiosk, suggesting he wants to become one with his order in a manner far more intimate than mere gastronomic consumption] If he likes it, and is so great, surely you’ll like it too!” This is the most basic reading of celebrity presence in adverts. It is implied that the person onscreen is good, and the thing they’re doing is thereby also good, so you should do it to in order to also become closer to celebrity-level good. easy peasy lemon job.
However, as we’ve said already, Goku is more than merely his characterization: he represents a handful of positive symbols, but also suggests a series of cultural collocations that will, handily enough, differ based on the culture you’re viewing from. [this may be facetious to say at this point in the essay but untangling why Goku in McDonalds appears in a French campaign rather than an American one is beyond our current scope] For some groups of people seeing the ad, Goku may be simply ‘an anime man’, denuded of his in-fiction personality yet still possessing the visible characteristics of strength, determination and physicality alongside the vague impression of novelty and exoticism that manga and anime artstyles still evoke (in Western viewers). For groups aware of anime - and of the Dragonball Z anime in particular - a set of signifiers tied to his journey, his behaviour (Goku is an unabashed glutton and would absolutely frequent McDonald's on the regular) and his cultural capital will come to mind.
For viewers more deeply ensconced in Japanese popular media, Goku may come to symbolize an entirely other set of characteristics: he is popular, but mainstream-popular. He isn’t edgy, or conflicted or multifaceted like a myriad other manga protagonists, and in appealing to this mainstream McDonald’s is making another statement. To paraphrase Lisa Simpson, you have to look at all the characters they aren’t putting in McDonalds. Dragonball, and by microcosm Goku, is simply good. Not complex, not nuanced, not head-scratching in terms of plot or themes or questions raised. He is the fast food of anime. Reassuring in his understandable motives and reliable beliefs. You know what you’re going to get when you go with Goku, and that stability transfers to the menu options and flavours on offer at McDonald’s. He is an icon in the most obvious sense.
This leads us back, like a cat whose food has been moved from its usual spot to one under the stairs to avoid their owner stepping in it, to the tweet of poster number two:
“Especially when Goku in Mcdonalds stands as the more valuable contribution to modern art, speaking to the iconization of commercialism and the complex identity of the worker in our society, in this essay I will-”
We have the iconization part in-hand. We can infer the next $5 word’s intended meaning fairly easily now.
Commercialism is almost always used as a derogatory term to describe the inbuilt gutterfighting and bottomchasing of capitalism. It highlights the goal of businesses to maximise profit and minimize losses, above and before all else. If this is controversial for you I invite you to email me at fantasticedifice@gmail.com with a message describing your reasons and justifications for being the world’s densest baby.
McDonald’s has a 70-year history expertise in marketing, cost-efficiency and market saturation, with over 38,000 restaurants globally, $33.1 billion in assets and a global market share around 21% of the entire fast food market. They are what many would consider the paragon of commercial success and do not do anything on a whim, even when licensing out advertising campaigns to individual territories. It is with this starkly effective business that we mix the imagery and symbology of Goku in order to produce both the statement put out by McDonald’s and the wider, perhaps more artistically-minded statement suggested by poster number two. The former is clear thanks to our above work: Goku is strong and good, but not complex, and he likes the food, which is good and simple too. [for those interested in the whole picture, the text “venez comme vous êtes” in the top corner means “Come as you are”, and was McDonald’s slogan from around 2008. Apparently it is still used today, as a kind of analogue to the anglosphere’s “I’m Lovin’ It”]
There is a reason most every fast food corporation has a mascot. The King, the Colonel and the Clown are Burger King, KFC and McDonald’s, insofar as they present the front-facing… well, face, of the business. Having an individual icon to connect the usually-intimate process of finding, cooking and eating food to the much more abstract process of buying fast food from a stranger is self-evidently effective. We’re not expected to buy a meal from an underpaid, anonymous-but-for-the-nametag uniformed member of staff; we’re expected to buy a meal from Ronald McDonald himself, or at least from a representative avatar. Iconization in this sense humanizes the corporation just enough to mask the commercialism inherent in that corp. The primary icon is then bolstered by the secondary and tertiary icons deployed in adverts and marketing campaigns, which is where Goku’s deployment comes in. He isn’t engaging with the commercial aspect, justifying the value of a Royale with cheese when compared to similar products from competing vendors; he’s buying a McDonald’s with the determination and confidence usually reserved for an intense battle or training montage. The iconization is masking the commercialism, even as it reinforces it; pasting his symbolically-expedient visage onto a photo of a restaurant is a masterclass of minimizing cost to maximise profit. The image above speaks to the power global businesses have in wielding icons, characters, concepts and emotions through advertising to further their business interests. They have access to the license rights and marketing resources to turn a beloved character from a show made thousands of miles away into a customer, their customer, and they can turn that manufactured custom into real tangible profits by selling your beloved character back to you.
Here is where the tweet of poster number two derails itself. When it brings in “the complex identity of the worker in our society” I think they’re thinking of an image, so far unfindable by me, that depicts Goku as a fast service restaurant worker, taking orders at the counter of a McDonald’s rather than giving the order as a customer. That interpretation is as interesting as it is devoid of pictoral representation through Google Image searches. This interpretational rail-jump will briefly be considered before moving to the rail that has evidence, with Goku placing an order through a self-service machine in a McDonald’s.
This imagining renders Goku as the provider of McDonald’s and thus transfers the above qualities we’ve associated with him even more strongly onto Mcdonald’s. He becomes the avatar for the very concept of Mcdonald’s itself, melding the idea of fast-service food with strength, vitality, confidence and novelty in a way unimaginable when the Clown is on the the scene. The semiotics morph to suggest Goku believes so much in the quality of the McDonald’s food menu, he not only eats it - he works to produce it. That’s powerful, and I think this version of events works far better as an advertisement, not least because it implicitly praises the workers in all McDonald’s franchise locations by implying they are on the same level as Son Goku.
On a deeper, more bass-heavy note, we might see the interpolation of Goku into the uniform and perhaps the hat of a McDonald’s worker as being an artistic statement about who might find themselves working a low-paid service job, and what set of events can bring someone to that position. As we’ve discussed, Goku has achieved a great deal in his life on-screen and in-manga, including murdering the entirety of an army (the Red Ribbon Army, led by Emperor Pilaf, not (yet) killed by Goku) as well as the murder of Lucifer himself, who was attempting to blow up the Sun. Someone such as this has a resume and set of skills that would most likely qualify them for any number of jobs, yet we see, in this imagining, Goku brought to an entry-level position in a global corporation that is routinely cited as being pretty darn evil. We might interpret this situation as being indicative of the precarity of life under capitalism, or an indictment of the proverbial book-judgement-by-cover, since, clearly, we can never know what kind of person might be serving us at the next drive-through.
This parallel reality is more interesting, if less effective as an advertisement, since poster number two’s “worker” in this version is not Goku, but the machine with which he interacts. The interaction is now not between the viewer (the presumed customer in the previous, fabricated reality) and Goku-as-staff, but between Goku and a self-service machine, with Goku interacting as a surrogate for the expected desires of the viewer.
This shifted perspective raises more interesting questions to me because the expected position of the viewer is now outside of consumption; we aren’t about to buy anything, we’re merely viewing a transaction and asked to evaluate that transaction’s relevance to our wants and needs. Goku remains a symbolically rich icon, but those symbols now serve to embody a sort of idealized consumer rather than server. His semiotic heft is applied to the group being marketed-to in the same way Chris Evans is applied to masculine perfume sales; he smells like this, and lives like this, and looks like this, so you can emulate some nebulous amount of his lifestyle by buying the smell that potentially factors into some amount of that lifestyle’s perpetuation.
To poster number two’s credit, this narrative arrangement still allows analysis when the “complex identity of the worker” is applied to a machine. The self-service machine that stands in-place of a human server has its own set of symbols and societal considerations that enrich the story of Goku in Mcdonald’s to a much greater degree than the first rail did. Now we wrestle with questions about the disappearing jobs market in the service and retail sector, the ethics around removing human interaction from intimate processes like food preparation and delivery, the psychological effect of efficiency-optimization on those workers not yet culled from systems increasingly populated by machinery, who now have to work at the pace of self-service machines (who don’t need breaks or holidays or sick days or a pension), and so on.
The inclusion of the self-service machine in this imagery demands answers to questions around the complex identity of the worker by the human worker’s omission in the transaction - the transaction initiated by the idealized, god-like, heroic customer. Once again, we have to look at the images they didn’t show us, and question why those stories were less palatable than this one for the global corporation that funded the ad campaign.
We have the implicit acceptance by Goku of the self-service machine’s presence and usage (despite Goku in-fiction barely being able to work any form of technology, nearly dying due to this ignorance dozens of times) and the conspicuous absense of any other McDonald’s staff in-frame. The identity of the workers is intentionally sanitized out of existence as the image describes the preferred method of fast-service food delivery to their customers. We don’t need to consider the humans that go into the making of our orders, according to this ad - we merely need to emulate our hero and order with confidence to embody his physique and his ideals. I leave it to the reader to decide how that process of worker disenfranchisement feels.
Further hay can be made about the abstracted process being observed when seeing Goku as a bundle of symbols rather than a man that represents those symbols. What Goku is, is a cartoon depiction of an alien fighter. He is a fiction, shown here ordering from a machine. To put it clearly, the perpetuation of consumerism is here being enacted without any living person engaging in it. In this interpretation I was reminded of the character K, from Bladerunner 2049, which I reviewed for rs21 here. His ‘real’ ‘name’ is KD6-3.7, though he is known to his holographic partner as Joe, and in the first half-hour of the film we see him go to work, buy dinner and return to his furnished apartment to relax and consume both his meal and his lover, prepackaged and modified to suit his tastes. Yet K is a replicant, a synthetic lifeform given sentience and sapience in order to fulfil the tasks allocated by a hyperconsumerist society. He embodies consumerism literally as well as figuratively, born to work, buy, consume and nothing more. His desires aren’t his own - they are explicitly manufactured for him in order for him to have something to do. I was reminded of this character because K emphasises the endpoint of a system that seeks to perpetuate itself over and before seeking to fill the needs of a potential market. K doesn’t need to exist; his job is to ‘decommission’ replicants that broke out of the cycle of compliant consumption he lives within. He is consumerism minimizing losses. Likewise, Goku in Mcdonald’s emphasises the power of the system we have now to perpetuate and generate desire, to build markets to sell to rather than finding an organic, living market that has needs to fill. Goku doesn’t need to buy anything from McDonald’s; he is the strongest living being in the world/solar system/universe (depending on what episode you’re watching) and could take anything by force, not least a double filet ‘o fish and McFlurry. McDonald’s has compressed and warped the character of Goku into a box that can be sold to, decommissioning traits that might show him as functioning outside of compliant consumerism. Goku, a character with mythical provenance and symbol of joyful power, winner of world martial arts tournaments many times over is now a worker spending his wages in a McDonald’s. The work Goku does for those wages is irrelevant for this analysis; all we need know is that he intends to pay for the order, which can be implied by this being an advertisement for an idealized transaction by McDonald’s.
This second rail certainly has a lot to say about “… the iconization of commercialism and the complex identity of the worker in our society”, but the premise of the thread was to say that all of the above and more is a more valuable contribution to modern art than 37 oil paintings of a pale girl in bondage. to verify that, we need to wrap our mental mitts around who is deciding on the value of art pieces, and what they know in order to arrive at that value.
I don’t think it’s surprising to see poster number one state the novel, symbol-laden Goku in McDonald’s is more valuable than “37 oil paintings of a pale girl in bondage”. The reader may well agree purely on the face of it; Who wants that many attempts at capturing a single idea cluttering their bedroom wall? Who wants to defend the manifestation of the male gaze, masquerading as artistic freedom? Art that relies entirely on the viewer’s appreciation of Aesthetics, or the focus on beauty and sensation, may only hold so much water when compared to art that demands analysis, and contains imagery that invites multiple ‘readings’. How many ways can a nude be read? Fewer than 37, almost certainly.
Yet the dismissal of the oil painter over the digital artist is not guaranteed. Such a stance relies on the agreement, tacit or otherwise, fully or partially, with poster number one’s view of art - its purpose and, connectedly, its value - and - I would argue - the orbiting set of beliefs that lead them to hold that view. This latter point is why poster number two so easily adds to the thread. They are in-sync with poster number one’s schemas and extend the discussion through the demonstration of their in-sync-ness. Both posters demonstrate their belief that the “art for art’s sake” Aesthetic movement is inferior to the more erratic Postmodernist forms. I’ll briefly describe these camps before we progress:
Developed during a time of prescriptive, parochial and moralistic domination, the Aesthetic movement denied all that had been demanded of art hither-to: art need not be a function of the Church, or a vehicle for fables, or a weapon to curtail vice, or a teaching instrument for the lower classes. Art could be - should be, in many Aesthetically minded artists - useless, and beautiful because of that uselessness. Pierre Jules Théophile Gautier, apparent originator of the movement in the mid 1850s, said:
“Nothing is really beautiful unless it is useless. Everything useful is ugly for it expresses a need, and the needs of men are ignoble and disgusting, like his poor, weak nature. The most useful place in the house is the lavatory.”
Oscar Wilde was a great proponent of this philosophy, and mocked Charles Dickens - his contemporary - for his earnest attempts at moralizing the lives of his characters. While both Gautier and Wilde’s work can hardly be called apolitical, they primarily sought to bring pleasure, or at least bring sensation, to their audience, rather than a political treatise wrapped in human clothing. Their art called to hedonism itself, and demanded attention as much as it expressed disenchantment with mundane society. This sentiment held sway until around 1900.
We may begin to see how a pale girl in bondage fits into this movement. Quite aside from the imagery itself and its clear intent to scandalize the viewer, the sheer quantity of said girls displays the mantra of the Aesthetic movement perfectly: art for art’s sake, not for sale or analysis or disassembly or even scrutiny. This understanding of art couldn’t care less about precision or subtext; the connective power of human expression and emotion is the focus of the Aesthetic movement.
Around fifty years after heights of Wildean hedonism, the world was a very different place. With most experts agreeing Postmodernism truly ‘began’ in the 1950s, we can easily guess the causes and topics being tackled by an art movement following a period of nigh-apocalyptic violence. Defined by its skepticism toward Modernism (a movement that sought ‘newness’, encouraging self-expression in all forms and optimistic about Man’s place in the increasingly industrial world), Postmodernism sought to deconstruct, to dissassemble and contradict that which came before. Reality is not a solid, indissoluble concept within Postmodernism - or rather, reality itself is not found wholly within humanity’s understanding. Instead, we construct our own realities that are subject to change as social and cultural forces pressure us, in various ways.
A great and well-loved (by me) example of postmodernism is Magritte’s Treachery of Images:
Incorporating two popular aspects of Postmodern tropes - diagetic text and a call to question reality - Magritte forces a very specific consideration in this work: what is a pipe? The picture of the pipe is a picture, not an object used to smoke. More than that, though, Magritte foregrounds the presumptions of language itself by daring the viewer to connect the text on the canvas with the image above it. We take the two to refer to each other, yet Magritte has already shown us the error inherent in assuming reference and resemblance. “Ceci n’est pas une pipe.” is a statement, but who’s to say it’s a statement about the picture of a pipe above? Does it make sense for someone to say that of a picture of a pipe? It goes without saying that a picture is not the same as ‘the real thing’ yet the viewer, potentially, forgets this when seeing the text beneath the pipe; we expect the text to refer to the picture, in the same way we expect the picture to refer to the object. In this piece Magritte deconstructs referent language and teaches us a lesson in the risks of assuming reality. For more, I recommend the Nerdwriter video about this picture here.
I bring this image up to highlight the analytic depth often ascribed to this movement, as well as the amount of loosey gooseyness that pervades its adherents’ work. As seen in Surrealism, Dadaism and more, you can kind of do whatever you want, subject-wise. Composite or Collage art - combining pieces in unexpected ways to reframe the parts’ meaning - is well within the Postmodern wheelhouse, and is a great way to describe what we see in Goku in McDonald’s.
What these tweets really are, then, is a value judgement of Postmodernism and Aestheticism that states the former is more worthy of praise. Posters one and two arrive at this conclusion because, I believe, they inhabit a space that encourages the former mode of expression far more than the latter. that space is Online.
Online culture rewards presence and awareness in obvious ways: you can’t get in-jokes if you weren’t ‘in’, and the speed of production, dispersal and dismissal of memes means you miss out on key context whenever you’re not Online when your peers are. Objects, images, terms and concepts develop within Online spaces so quickly that a meme was invented purely to describe the phenomenon of quickly-changing context altering perceptions. In this landscape, shibboleths arise that help anchor people to each other - these can be anything, but for our posters, memes themselves act as the passphrase. the ‘call’ of poster number one conjuring Goku in Mcdonald’s like some Flash-based meme generator gets its ‘response’ from poster number two’s “in this essay I will…”, a meme in itself for which I have already expressed a deep enjoyment. The two are connected across whatever physical divide by their Online-ness, rewarding the participants for ‘getting it’.
‘Getting it’ is prized, since it demonstrates the extent of your presence and awareness, and in no other movement is ‘getting it’ more difficult than in Postmodernist works. To paraphrase yet another Simpson, ‘it’ keeps changing, is untethered to reality, and is weird and scary. Being Very Online grants knowledge of deep cuts, references to jokes on dead forums, jpegs of rare Pepes and more, but it also provides posters a wide and deep collection of references from which to draw when producing and sharing art. The reality of one corner of the Online art scene may be literally incomprehensible to another, yet the deconstructed building blocks - in isolation - may look ostensibly similar. Their context has been changed by proximity, like Goku is changed by his proximity to the self-service machine in McDonalds.
In this way, postmodernism rewards the Very Online and creates an environment that raises that art movement above other, less symbolically dense forms - especially those that seek to produce art for philosophically opposing reasons.
I hope the working-through of those two tweets provided the promised three-handfuls of truth, though I realise the very concept of truth gets nuked from orbit as soon as Postmodernism is invoked. I doubt the next topic will be quite as girthy simply because Substack keeps flashing a warning saying “NEAR EMAIL LENGTH LIMIT” whenever I stop typing thanks to the size of this boi. If you enjoyed what you read, consider giving it a cheeky share among trusted friends, and if you think I botched it, well… You clearly don’t ‘get it’.
Until next time.