Ultracrepidarian
(pronounced uhl-truh-krep-i-dair-ee-uhn)
Of or
pertaining to a person who criticizes, judges, or gives advice outside their
area of expertise
1819: An
English adaptation of the historic words sūtor, ne ultra crepidam, uttered
by the Greek artist Apelles and reported by the Pliny the Elder. Translating literally as “let the shoemaker venture
no further” and sometimes cited as ne supra crepidam sūtor judicare, the
translation something like “a cobbler should stick to shoes”. From the Latin, ultra is beyond, sūtor
is cobbler and crepidam is accusative singular of crepida (from
the Ancient Greek κρηπίς (krēpís)) and means sandal or sole of a
shoe. Ultracrepidarian
is a noun & verb and ultracrepidarianism is a noun; the noun plural is
ultracrepidarians. For humorous
purposes, forms such as ultracrepidarist, ultracrepidarianish, ultracrepidarianize
& ultracrepidarianesque have been coined; all are non-standard.
Ultracrepidarianism describes the tendency
among some to offer opinions and advice on matters beyond their
competence. The word entered English in
1819 when used by English literary critic and self-described “good hater”, William
Hazlitt (1778–1830), in an open letter to William Gifford (1756–1826), editor
of the Quarterly Review, a letter described by one critic as “one of the finest
works of invective in the language” although another suggested it was "one
of his more moderate castigations" a hint that though now neglected, for
students of especially waspish invective, he can be entertaining; the odd quote from him would certainly lend a varnish of erudition to trolling. Ultracrepidarian comes from a classical
allusion, Pliny the Elder (circa 24-79) recording the habit of the famous Greek painter Apelles (a fourth century BC contemporary of Alexander the Great (Alexander III of Macedon, 356-323 BC)), to display his work in public view,
then conceal himself close by to listen to the comments of those
passing. One day, a cobbler paused and
picked fault with Apelles’ rendering of sandals and the
artist immediately took his brushes and pallet and touched-up the errant straps. Encouraged, the amateur critic
then let his eye wander above the ankle and suggested how the leg might be improved but this Apelles rejected, telling him to speak only of shoes and otherwise
maintain a deferential silence. Pliny hinted the artist's words of dismissal may not have been polite.
So critics should comment only on that
about which they know. The phrase in
English is usually “cobbler, stick to your last” (a last a shoemaker’s pattern,
ultimately from a Germanic root meaning “to follow a track'' hence footstep) and
exists in many European languages: zapatero a tus zapatos is the Spanish,
schoenmaker, blijf bij je leest the Dutch, skomager, bliv ved din læst the Danish and schuster, bleib bei deinen leisten, the German. Pliny’s actual words were ne supra crepidam judicaret, (crepidam a sandal or the sole of a shoe),
but the idea is conveyed is in several ways in Latin tags, such as Ne sutor ultra crepidam (sutor
means “cobbler”, a word which survives in Scotland in the spelling souter). The best-known version is the abbreviated tag ultra crepidam (beyond the sole), and it’s
that which Hazlitt used to construct ultracrepidarian. Crepidam
is from the Ancient Greek κρηπίς (krēpís) and has no link with words like decrepit or crepitation
(which are from the Classical Latin crepare
(to creak, rattle, or make a noise)) or crepuscular (from the Latin word for
twilight); crepidarian is an
adjective rare perhaps to the point of extinction meaning “pertaining to a
shoemaker”.
The
related terms are "Nobel disease" & "Nobel syndrome"
which are used to describe some of the opinions offered by Nobel laureates on
subjects beyond their specialization. In
some cases this is "demand" rather than "supply" driven
because, once a prize winner is added to a media outlet's "list of those
who comment on X", if they turn out to give answers which generate audience numbers, controversy or clicks, they become "talent" and may be asked questions about matters of
which they know little. This happens
because some laureates in the three "hard" prizes (physics, chemistry, physiology or medicine) operate in esoteric corners of their discipline; asking a particle physicist
something about plasma physics on the basis of their having won the physics
prize may not elicit useful information.
Of course those who have won the economics gong or one of what are now the DEI (diversity, equity and inclusion) prizes (peace & literature) may be assumed to have
helpful opinions on everything.
Jackson
Pollock (1912-1956): Blue Poles

Number 11 (Blue poles, 1952), Oil, enamel and aluminum paint with glass on canvas.
In 1973, when a million dollars was a still lot of money, the NGA (National Gallery of Australia), a little controversially, paid Aus$1.3 million for Jackson Pollock’s (1912-1956) Number 11, 1952, popularly known as Blue Poles since it was first exhibited in 1954, the new name reputedly chosen by the artist. It was some years ago said to be valued at up to US$100 million but, given the increase in the money supply (among the rich who trade this stuff) over the last two decades odd, that estimate may now be conservative although the suggestion in 2016 the value may have inflated to as much as US$350 million was though to be "on the high side". Blue
Poles emerged
during Pollock’s "drip period" (1947-1950), a method which involved
techniques such throwing paint at a canvas spread across the floor. The art industry liked these (often preferring the more evocative term "action painting") and they remain
his most popular works, although at this point, he abandoned the dripping and
moved to his “black porings phase” a darker, simpler style which didn’t attract
the same commercial interest. He later
returned to more colorful ways but his madness and alcoholism worsened; he died in a drink-driving
accident.

Alchemy
(1947), Oil, aluminum, alkyd enamel paint with sand, pebbles, fibres, and
broken wooden sticks on canvas.
Although
the general public remained uninterested (except in the price tags) or sceptical, there were critics, always drawn
to a “troubled genius”, who praised Pollock’s work and the industry approves of
any artist who (1) had the decency to die young and (2) produced lots of stuff which can
sell for millions. US
historian of art, curator & author Helen A Harrison (b 1943; director (1990-2024) of the Pollock-Krasner House and Study Center, the former home and
studio of the Abstract Expressionist artists Jackson Pollock and Lee Krasner in
East Hampton, New York) is an admirer, noting the “pioneering drip technique…”
which “…introduced the notion of action painting", where the canvas became the
space with which the artist actively would engage”. As a thumbnail sketch she offered:
Number 14: Gray (1948), Enamel over gesso on paper.
“Reminiscent
of the Surrealist notions of the subconscious and automatic painting, Pollock's
abstract works cemented his reputation as the most critically championed
proponent of Abstract Expressionism. His visceral engagement with emotions,
thoughts and other intangibles gives his abstract imagery extraordinary
immediacy, while his skillful use of fluid pigment, applied with dance-like
movements and sweeping gestures that seldom actually touched the surface, broke
decisively with tradition. At first sight, Pollock's vigorous method appears to
create chaotic labyrinths, but upon close inspection his strong rhythmic
structures become evident, revealing a fascinating complexity and deeper
significance. Far from being calculated
to shock, Pollock's liquid medium was crucial to his pictorial aims. It proved the ideal vehicle for the mercurial
content that he sought to communicate 'energy and motion made visible -
memories arrested in space'.”

Number 13A: Arabesque (1948), Oil and enamel on canvas.
Critics either
less visionary or more fastidious seemed often as appalled by Pollock’s violence
of technique as they were by the finished work (or “products” as some labelled
the drip paintings), questioning whether any artistic skill or vision even existed,
one finding them “…mere unorganized explosions of random
energy, and therefore meaningless.” The
detractors used the language of academic criticism but meant the same thing as
the frequent phrase of an unimpressed public: “That’s not art, anyone could do
that.”
Number 1, 1949 (1949), Enamel and metallic paint on canvas.
There
have been famous responses to “That’s not art, anyone could do that” but Ms Harrison's was practical, offering
people the opportunity to try. To the
view that “…people thought it was arbitrary, that anyone can fling paint around”,
Ms Harrison conceded it was true anybody could “fling paint around” but that
was her point, anybody could, but having flung, they wouldn’t “…necessarily
come up with anything” by which she meant the wouldn't necessarily come up with anything of which the critical establishment (a kind of freemasonry of the art business) would approve (ie could put a price tag on).
Helen A Harrison, The Jackson Pollock Box (Cider Mill Press, 96pp, ISBN-10:1604331860, ISBN-13:978-1604331868).
In 2010, Ms Harrison released The Jackson Pollock Box, a kit which, in addition
to an introductory text, included paint brushes, drip bottles and canvases so
people could do their own flinging and compare the result against a Pollock. After that, they may agree with collector Peggy
Guggenheim (1898-1979) that Pollock was “...the greatest painter since Picasso” or remain
unrepentant ultracrepidarians. Of course, many who thought their own eye for art quite well-trained didn't agree with Ms Guggenheim. In 1945, just after the war, Duff Cooper (1890–1954), then serving as Britain's ambassador to France, came across Pablo Picasso (1881–1973) leaving an exhibition of paintings by English children aged 5-10 and in his diary noted the great cubist saying he "had been much impressed". "No wonder" added the ambassador, "the pictures are just as good as his".

Dresses & drips: Three photographs
by Cecil Beaton (1904-1980), shot for a three-page feature in Vogue (March
1951) titled American Fashion: The New
Soft Look which juxtaposed Pollock’s paintings hung in New York’s Betty
Parsons Gallery with the season’s haute couture by Irene (1872-1951) & Henri Bendel (1868-1936).
Beaton choose the combinations of fashion and
painting; pairing Lavender
Mist (1950, left) with a short black ball gown of silk paper taffeta with large
pink bow at one shoulder and an asymmetrical hooped skirt best
illustrates the value of his trained eye. Critics
and social commentators have always liked these three pages, relishing the
opportunity to comment on the interplay of so many of the clashing forces of
modernity: the avant-garde and fashion, production and consumption, abstraction
and representation, painting and photography, autonomy and decoration, masculinity
and femininity, art and commerce.
Historians of art note it too because it was the abstract expressionism of
the 1940s which was both uniquely an American movement and the one which in the
post-war years saw the New York supplant Paris as the centre of Western art. There have been interesting discussions about when last it could be said Western art had a "centre".

Blue Poles, upside down.
Although
the suggestion might offend the trained and discerning eyes of art critics, it’s
doubtful that for ultracrepidarians the experience of viewing Blue Poles would much be different were it to be hung upside down.
Fortunately, the world does have a goodly stock of art critics who can
explain that while Pollock did more than once say his works should be interpreted
“subjectively”,
their intended orientation is a part of the whole and an inversion would change
the visual dynamics and gravitational illusions upon which the abstraction effects
depend would be changed. It would still
be a painting but, in a sense, not the one the artist painted. Because the drip technique involved “flinging and
poring paint” onto a canvas spread across a studio’s floor, there
was not exactly a randomness in where the paint landed but physics did mean gravity
exerted some pull (in flight and on the ground), lending layers and rivulets what
must be a specific downward orientation. Thus, were the work to be hung inverted, what
was in the creative process a downward flow would be seen as “flowing uphill”
as it were. The compositional elements
which lent the work its name were course the quasi-vertical “poles” placed at
slight angles and its these which are the superstructure which “anchor” the
rest of the drips and, being intrinsically “directional”, they too have a “right
way up”. There is in the assessment of art
the “eye of the beholder” but although
it may be something they leave unstated, most critics will be of the “some eyes are more equal than others”
school.

Mondrian’s 1941 New York City 1 as it (presumably
correctly) sat in the artist's studio in 1944 (left) and as it was since 1945
exhibited (upside-down) in New York and Düsseldorf (right). Spot the difference.
So although ultracrepidarians
may not “get it” (even after digesting the critics’ explanations) and wouldn’t
be able to tell whether or not it was hung correctly, that’s because they’re
philistines. In the world of abstract
art however, even the critics can be fooled: in 2022, it was revealed a work in
Piet Mondrian’s (1872-1944) 1941 New York City 1 series had for 77 years been hanging upside down. First in exhibited in 1945 in New York’s MOMA
(Museum of Modern Art), the piece was created with multi-colored adhesive paper
tape and, in an incorrect orientation, it has since 1980 hung in the Düsseldorf
Museum as part of the Kunstsammlung Nordrhein-Westfalen’s collection. The decades-long, trans-Atlantic mistake came
to light during a press conference held to announce the Kunstsammlung’s new
Mondrian exhibition and the conclusion was the error may have been caused by
something as simple as the packing-crate being overturned or misleading
instructions being given to the staff. 1941 New York City 1 will remain upside
because of the condition of the adhesive strips. “The adhesive tapes are already extremely loose and hanging
by a thread” a curator was quoted as saying, adding that if it were
now to be turned-over, “…gravity would pull it into another direction. And it’s now part of the work’s story.” Mondrian was one of the more significant
theorists of abstract art and its withdrawal from nature and natural
subjects. “Denaturalization” he proclaimed
to be a milestone in human progress, adding: “The power of neo-plastic painting lies in
having shown the necessity of this denaturalization in painterly terms... to
denaturalize is to abstract... to abstract is to deepen.” Now even ultracrepidarians can understand.

Eye
of the beholder:
Portrait of Lindsay Lohan in the style of Claude Monet (1840–1926) at
craiyon.com and available at US$26 on an organic cotton T-shirt made in a
factory powered by renewable energy.
Whether
the arguments about what deserves to be called “art” began among prehistoric “artists”
and their critics in caves long ago isn’t known but it’s certainly a dispute
with a long history. In the sense it’s a
subjective judgment the matter was doubtless often resolved by a potential
buyer declining to purchase but during the twentieth century it became a
contested topic and there were celebrated exhibits and squabbles which for decades played
out before, in the post modern age, the final answer appeared
to be something was art if variously (1) the creator said it was or (2) an art
critic said it was or (3) it was in an art gallery or (4) the price tag was
sufficiently impressive.
So
what constitutes “art” is a construct of time, place & context which
evolves, shaped by historical, cultural, social, economic, political &
personal influences, factors which in recent years have had to be cognizant of the
rise of cultural equivalency, the recognition that Western concepts such as the
distinction between “high” (or “fine”) art and “folk” (or “popular”) art can’t
be applied to work from other traditions where cultural objects are not classified by a graduated hierarchy.
In other words, everybody’s definition is equally valid. That doesn’t mean there are no longer
gatekeepers because the curators in institutions
such as museums, galleries & academies all discriminate and thus play a
significant role in deciding what gets exhibited, studied & promoted, even though few would now dare to suggest what is art and what is not: that would be cultural imperialism.

Eye of the prompt 1.0: An AI (artificial intelligence) generated portrait of Lindsay Lohan by ChatGPT imagined in "drip painting style", this one using an interpretation which overlaid "curated drips" over "flung paint". This could be rendered using Ms Harrison's Jackson Pollock Box but would demand some talent.
In
the twentieth century, it seemed to depend on artistic intent, something which transcended a traditional measure such as aesthetic value but as the graphic art in advertising
and that with a political purpose such as agitprop became bigger, brighter and
more intrusive, such forms also came to be regarded as art or at least worth of
being studied or exhibited on the same basis, in the same spaces as oil on canvas portraits & landscapes. Once though, an
unfamiliar object in such places could shock as French painter & sculptor
Marcel Duchamp (1887-1968) managed in 1917 when he submitted a porcelain urinal as his
piece for an exhibition in New York, his rationale being “…everyday objects raised to the dignity of a
work of art by the artist's act of choice.” Even then it wasn’t a wholly original
approach but the art establishment has never quite recovered and from that urinal to Dadaism, to soup cans to unmade beds, it became accepted that “anything goes” and people should be left to make of it what they will. Probably the last remaining reliable guide to what really is "art" remains the price tag.

Eye
of the prompt 1.1: An AI (artificial intelligence) generated portrait of
Lindsay Lohan by ChatGPT imagined in "drip painting style", this one closer to
Pollock’s “action painting” technique.
His
drip period wholly non-representational, Pollock didn’t produce recognizable portraiture
so applying the technique for this purpose demands guesswork. As AI illustrates, it can be done but, in blending
two incompatible modes, whether it looks much like what Pollock would have
produced had he accepted a “paint Lindsay
Lohan” commission, is wholly speculative.
What is more likely is that even if some sort of hybrid, a portrait by
Pollock would have been an abstraction altogether more chaotic and owing little
to the structure on which such works usually depend in that there probably would
have been no central focal point, fewer hints of symmetry and a use of shading
producing a face not lineal in its composition.
That’s what his sense of “continuous motion” dictated: no single form becoming
privileged over the rest. So, this too
is not for the literalists schooled in the tradition of photo-realism but as a
work it’s also an example of how most armed with Ms Harrison's Jackson Pollock
Box could with "drip & fling" produce this but not
necessarily would produce this, chaos
on canvas needing talent too.

1948 Cisitalia 202 GT (left; 1947-1952) and 1962 Jaguar E-Type (1961-1974; right), Museum of Modern Art (MoMA), New York City.
Urinals
tend not to be admired for their aesthetic qualities but there are those who
find beauty in stuff as diverse as math equations and battleships. Certain cars have long been
objects which can exert an emotional pull on those with a feeling for such things
and if the lines are sufficiently pleasing, many flaws in execution or engineering can be forgivgen. New York’s MOMA in 1972 acknowledged such creations can be treated as
works of art when they added a 1948 Cisitalia 202 GT finished in “Cisitalia Red”
(MoMA object number 409.1972) to their collection, the press release noting it
was “…the first time that
an art museum in the U.S. put a car into its collection.” Others appeared from
time-to-time and while the 1953 Willys-Overland Jeep M-38A1 Utility Truck (MoMA
object number 261.2002) perhaps is not conventionally beautiful, its brutish
functionalism has a certain simplicity of form and in the exhibition notes MoMA clarified somewhat by describing it as a “rolling sculpture”, presumably in the
spirit of a urinal being a “static sculpture”, both to be admired as pieces of
design perfectly suited to their intended purpose, something of an art in
itself. Of the 1962 Jaguar E-Type (sometimes informally as XKE or XK-E in the US)
open two seater (OTS, better known as a roadster and acquired as MoMA object
number 113.996), there was no need to explain because it’s one of the most seductive shapes ever rendered in metal. Enzo Ferrari (1898-1988) attended the 1961 Geneva International Motor Show (now
defunct but, on much the same basis as manufacturers east of Suez buying brand-names such as MG, Jaguar and such, the name has been purchased for use by an event in staged in Qatar) when the E-Type made its stunning debut and part of folklore is he called it “the most
beautiful car in the world”.
Whether those words ever passed his lips isn’t certain because the
sources vary slightly in detail and il
Commendatore apparently never confirmed or denied the sentiment but it’s
easy to believe and to this day many agree just looking at the thing can be a visceral
experience. The MoMA car is finished in "Opalescent
Dark Blue" with a grey interior and blue soft-top (there are those who would prefer it in BRG (British Racing Green) over tan leather) and although as a piece of design it's not flawless, anyone who can't see the beauty in a Series 1 E-Type OTS is truly an ultracrepidarian.