I know I always write these apologetics about not having enough for you but the truth is I just have a lot of things to do. I’m trying to knock out two or three projects a week alongside my actual job. This week I need to finish a bunch of client stuff, a foreword for a book, an essay, a paper abstract, record a lecture and start planning some events. Besides this I haven’t had the time to ruminate on things. I miss ruminating and I imagine you’re quite tired of a litany of excuses and apologies from me. Time slips away from you doesn’t it? Even though I’m great at multi-tasking and quite organised and disciplined there is always the feeling of catching up. Of running downhill with bags full of stuff.
Art School Fantasies
Like a couple of folks I read this hysterically nostalgic piece from classicist Daisy Dunn lamenting the ‘death’ of the British Art School in which the author blames a variety of phantoms for what she paints as a bleak, wintery landscape of creative education. An aside, and not meant to be read as anything other than it is but I dug around to find the author is almost exactly my age so it got me a little twisted when I read it with all the gushing praise of the Young British Artists and I expected someone ten, twenty years older living in the Cotswolds. Anyway, she goes on a tirade, lamenting that everything is done on computers nowadays instead of stained glass, that it’s all about ideas now and not doing things and that students have to think about what they’re doing and occasionally even write it down. The Art School is dead, she says, and it’s all its own fault. Most of the piece is poorly researched and misleading; three quarters of an undergraduate degree is practice-based with theory that emerges from that practice exactly as she demands and regrettably we can’t simply pretend computers don’t exist. In fact, we’re really, really good at computers and art in this country. But the rest of it is just based in some abject fantasy of the Art School largely drawn from a handful of exhibitions in the early 2000s and a Pulp song.
Rather than (as you might expect a classicist with a rounded understanding of history to do) looking at societal shifts and the way politics has moved in and around higher education in the UK to create a competitive funding environment which in some ways, frankly, has uplifted the quality of education (yes, I know it’s contentious but standards are really important) but also tries to tie it to research and industrial strategy she just says that art educators have lost their vision. Rather than talking about how the Conservative government (she also writes for the Telegraph) has a sustained war on ‘wokeness’ that extends to publicly criticising ‘left’ subjects in the arts and humanities and putting them under sustained financial pressure (she even mentions the Fatima advert but fails to connect it) she says that educators have lost imagination.
What’s paradoxical is how much she identifies many of the symptoms but then blames art schools for them: The government redefining foundation degrees as Higher Education so they can no longer be free as well as the proposed 50% cut in subsidies for ‘soft subjects’ are all apparently the Art School’s fault.
Anyway, other than a YBA revival show, it’s not exactly clear what she wants. Since there’s been a significant amount of better art since the YBAs it’s just maybe that she hasn’t seen any art since then? I think I was like 15 when that show was at the Saatchi? I don’t actually think the whole piece is worth reading into that much (I know, that’s what I’ve done) since it’s clearly an outrage piece but I suppose it connected with a conversation I had with a student a few weeks back which is why it stuck with me:
They were asking about my time at the Royal College of Art; what it was like, how was it with so and so, what happened in the studio etc. etc. I sort of tried to describe it without edging in to nostalgia but it also struck me that their fantasy of this apparently elite education was somewhat misplaced: It wasn’t actually that good. Ok, it was certainly elite and highly privileged and put you in a network which gives a wealth of opportunities but it was also confusing and disjointed and not in a good way. I have to caveat this by saying I wasn’t a great student; I’ve never been a very good student in any setting, but I never really had a sense of learning outcomes, or the journey, or how it connected together. I never felt in control of it; just being blown around by the interests of the tutors and course. And also, compared to the MA students at LCC I probably got a tenth of the contact time and mostly unstructured at that. And even that contact time was often terrifying; formulated around architecture-style crits which were more about making sure the tutors were happy and didn’t shout at you than actually figuring out what you’d learned or why you were struggling to learn.
That whole art school is awash in fantasy. I’m not convinced it ever existed. As I’m the same age as the author, I can certainly say it never existed in my time. And though I have happy memories of my time at the RCA, I can name many more thing I learnt fifteen years ago on my scrappy undergrad course in a recently reformed university than at the vaunted halls of the RCA.
Gaining university status was one of the worst things that could have happened to art schools.
https://engelsbergideas.com/notebook/the-strange-death-of-the-art-school/
What Dunn insists is that the creation of the art university and the ‘death’ of the Art School have irreversibly wrecked her small-minded view of creative practice. Look, universities are hard. They’re big unwieldily beasts that often behave in counter-intuitive ways and have to be reluctantly coaxed over years into doing what you want them to do. (I sometimes lovingly think of mine as like the Snorlax in Pokemon Red/Blue.) However, an uncomfortable truth for Dunn and other fantasists, is that professionalisation of arts education has not only made it significantly better but also given it a unique weapon: legitimacy. It’s no longer the playground of the kids of rock stars and Tory donors, art school halls aren’t thronging with kids who’ll do alright whatever because their parents will bail them out so they can go and start bands and hang out with Kate Moss. It’s people who want to start businesses, get into strategy, develop new tools and techniques, hell, become great artists. Many of them are first generation university students and they chose art or design because a legitimate degree gives it weight and currency that the anecdotes and fantasies of the dreamy British Art School simply don’t to people who start with little.
That legitimisation is meaningful and empowering and opened creative education up to many, many more people. It’s not so simple obviously, tied up as it is in the vexation sagas of fee increases, but it made it possible for people to see a future for themselves in design, art, fashion, whatever where before that would require a significant financial safety net. It also brought the subject as a whole onto the international stage (again not so simple) bringing art and design research into government, executive boardrooms and intergovernmental politics.
Anyway, enough griping. Here’s a piece from James Purnell continuing the argument with FT readers. Here’s Talking Politics trying to unpick the Brexit politics of why you would knowingly harm your country’s second and third most well-known exports for political points (higher education and arts and humanities) and here’s me making this argument at greater length.
Short Stuff
- Matt Ward is back on blogging. Some of the most insightful and sporadic stuff on design education. Hope it’s a habit he returns to.
- Crystal Bennes is releasing a book, Klara and the Bomb, which you will now go and pre-order a copy of here.
Ok, love you very much, sorry it’s been so long.