To Accept Completely The Values Of The Establishment In Which They Seek A Place

barnett newman's 1955 painting uriel hanging on a white wall at the art institute of chicago, is eight feet tall and eighteen feet wide. the right quarter of the canvas is a deep reddish brown, the color of old blood, perhaps, and the rest of the canvas is a pale aqua blue that might have been used on fiestaware or a bathroom tile in the 1950s, a disturbing combination. the border between the two color fields is made of a couple of newman's so-called zips, vertical stripes with rough, brushy, or clean-taped edges. one of these stripes is a deep aquamarine blue, but tbh, that is not apparent from this photo, which was taken by tocho t8, a blogger, in 2021. uriel spent decades in two private european collections, and was rarely reproduced. most of the online images of it are garbage, tbqh
Barnett Newman’s Uriel, 1955, 8 x 18 ft, installed at the Art Institute of Chicago in 2021 by the grace of its new owner, and photographed there by blogger Tocho T8

Jim Long’s Summer 2002 essay in the Brooklyn Rail on Barnett Newman’s crisis with painting in the mid-1950s, and the one painting he managed to make in two years, Uriel (1955), is great and insightful, but the last two paragraphs, one his, and one quoted from Newman, came out of nowhere and left me absolutely stunned:

“There is one more story that properly belongs to the period of Newman’s hardest struggles. In 1968, during the social and political events and dialogue, the publisher of Horizon Books asked Newman if he could publish a volume of his essays, notes, and statements. Newman replied that he would prefer it if Horizon would republish Peter Kropotkin’s Memoirs of a Revolutionist, and that he would write an introduction, in the hope of making a contribution to the dialogue going on within the Left. Horizon agreed, and in Newman’s introduction he allowed himself only one small personal digression:

In the ’40s, when artists got together of an evening, there was always someone who insisted on playing surrealist games. I recall one evening when everyone in the room had to say what destroyed him. I remember what I said. I said that I felt destroyed by established institutions. I was surprised to hear one of the artists present say that what destroyed him were people. He was perhaps wiser than I, for I had to go through that Darwinian lesson. Looking back, I think we were both right, because only those people practice destruction and betrayal who hunger to accept completely the values of the establishment in which they seek a place. It’s the establishment that makes people predatory.

Uriel was purchased in 2021 by Ken Griffin, in a deal organized by James Meyer and Iwan Wirth, for an undisclosed nine-figure price.