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When Hal Foster uses the word first in the title of his confidently
focused study, he means to start us thinking about Pop now and then.
It is a reference to Reyner Banhams Theory and Design in the First
Machine Age (1960), which argued that modernisms prewar optimism
was over and done. We have already entered the Second Machine
Age, Banham declared, and can look back on the First as a period
of the past. Pop artists thought the same: like Banham, who was to
become one of Pops champions, most were between thirty and forty
when Theory and Design was published; the Second World War was
behind them; economies were at last expanding; non-stop shopping
was the engine of the new prosperity, and Pop artists were determined
to keep up. For them, tomorrow had arrived; for Foster, it is here again.
Like Banham, Foster writes with the conviction that he can look back.
Pops irrevocable pastness, he suggests, lies in the fact that something
decisive has changed since its salad days in the 1950s and 1960s,
something concerning the look and feel of screened and scanned
images, the capacity of consumerist and technological worlds to be
represented, and the formation of subjects in a media environment.
We can now see, he argues, that Pop was not merely an inventory of
the promises of postwar plenty, or a survey of the spanking new
products available for consumption. It also managed, against all the
odds, to establish these new commodities as icons of desire. Movie
stars are one thing, but it cannot have been easy to fashion a fetish
from a can of soup or from car tyres, vacuum cleaners and golf balls.
Roy Lichtenstein even reworked the iconic potential of a standing rib of
beef: he painted it raw.
Fosters book offers the most sustained demonstration to date of the
once contested belief that, far from merely reproducing their source
materials, Pop paintings reinvent them. They assume a complex visual
lifes, landscapes and even history paintings; he knew what an icon was
and how it functions; and he was entirely capable of producing
allegories of artistic convention. In his hands, studio became factory,
motifs were always borrowed, brushes yielded to squeegees, and the
artists role was merely to choreograph the spectacle and make sure
the goods got made. No matter how coyly he played the part of
onlooker, nothing could conceal that he was really the star. No wonder
that in Richters view Warhol was in essence a cultural symptom, a
proxy or substitute for an artist who blessedly made no art. Yet
Warhol also legitimised the mechanical, as Richter put it: Warhol
showed him how it is done this modern way of letting details
disappear into erasure and blur.