Culture
infuses both art and science. When I think of the many Soviet-era space
paintings I have seen, both in the US and in Soviet galleries, I remember
fuzzily painted groups of indistinguishable figures striding toward the
unknown. American astronomical and science fiction art of that time usually
featured traditional lone figures against immense landscapes.
In the West, our century
broke the close link between art and science, as prevailing currents flowed
away from external nature to internal feelings -- a big factor, I believe,
in C. P. Snow's famous two cultures split. Crudely put, scientists studied
nature, artists studied themselves. Artists also reveled in the modernist
shattering of consensus reality, rendering experience through abstraction,
surrealism and stress on the non-natural ways of seeing (cubism, for example).
Space art rebuilds the bridge
between these two schools, celebrating nature on the broadest canvas.
"A fantasy, a dream" --
Andrei Sokolov's "In a Fiery Labyrinth"
[courtesy Aerospace Education
Center]
Space, symbol and the
real
In US sf and space art, realism
rules. This is part of the hard sf aesthetic, the "rocks & balls" school
as some Russian painters have described it. The USSR’s state artists preferred
symbolism, with European sf artists often falling somewhere in between
these poles. Such moody, symbolic work usually appeared in US sf only in
magazine illustrations like those of
Galaxy magazine, to portray
social sf. (Marx spoke of scientific socialism, but the Soviet tradition,
even when literal in appearance, invoked social goals, not scientific ones.)
Reality was the stuff of Astounding.
Referring to this moody school
as "symbolic-fantastic", painter Andrei Sokolov said, "The theory of relativity
might yield images that could be shown only in emotional, artistic form.
It could be a symbol, a fantasy, a dream." Contrast this with attempts
to show the relativistic Doppler effect, which Fred Pohl called the "starbow"
as it would be observed from a starship.
Portraits of "courageous
pioneers of space" were sanctioned by the Soviet space program, so realistic
work did have a place.
William Hartmann, a space
scientist at the University of Arizona who has a parallel career as a painter,
recalled to me how he had depicted pedestal formations on comets, setting
up and painting at a specialist comet meeting.
[Editor's Note: Hartmann
has a particularly nice sample
of his comet paintings on his website,
although the pedestals are not in evidence in this particular picture.]
Several astrophysicists,
including David Brin, had theorized that rocks on the surface would shield
the snow and ice beneath them, so that the rest of the landscape evaporated
during close passage to the sun. The comet would then literally "grow"
toadstool-like formations. Hartmann drew this, and soon enough, the effect
proliferated into NASA brochures. (Yet when the prediction was stated in
a paper to a journal, it was rejected. Now it is the conventional wisdom,
based finally on direct observations.)
Celestial collaboration:
"Orbital Station", by Sokolov and cosmonaut Alexei Leonov
[courtesy Aerospace Education
Center]
Advice from cosmonauts
Andrei Sokolov is an oddity
in Russian space art, a realistic worker who had direct access to astronauts.
He could remark from inference, "Landscapes seen from an airplane are vague
and colorless, because we observe them from inside the atmosphere with
the light scattered from all around. Cosmonauts are not impeded by the
scattered light; they see the Earth in all its magnificence."
He had an immense advantage.
Necessarily, Americans did not, since even today no professional artist
has flown in space -- though several astronauts have turned to art later.
So Americans concentrated on photographs. Soviet astronauts studied Earth
with color-sample atlases and color-measuring viewers, confirming that
perceived colors are remarkably more vivid than views from aircraft. Our
eyes discern details twenty times finer than a typical camera and two hundred
times better than a TV image. We also have far more subtle color perception.
For the first time, an artist with the Soviet era readings could compare
nighttime clouds lit by city lights, by lightning, and by moonlight. Peculiarities
emerged, specific to space art: no up or down, no atmospheric perspective,
sharp contrasts of light and dark, arriving suddenly.
Sokolov had cosmonauts compare
his sketch (on a light cloth that could be rolled and folded) with the
real scene as it passed below, writing comments on the sketch about color,
form and lighting. (Alexei Leonov, the first space walker, has done primarily
realistic paintings and sketches, using his own experience and Sokolov’s
data.) Using frequent interviews with cosmonauts, he gave this vivid description:
"At the terminator, when
valleys sink into darkness and a chain of snowy mountains is shining in
the background. Late in the evening, just beyond the terminator, the very
high mountains glow red-orange, like live coals.... Mountaintops cleave
the clouds, leaving a wake like that of a ship. Tropical thunderheads,
lit by lightning flashes at night, recall the blooming buds of white roses.
... The shining constellations of cities at night, enmeshed by a glittering
web of highways is also very lovely. One's heart fills with pride at our
accomplishments when one recognizes from orbit artificial seas and water
basins, and cultivated fields, particularly in virgin lands."
In this passage we see how
much of Soviet society retained the pride common in 19th-century America
about the domesticating hand of humanity upon the untamed wilderness.
Not all decisions on either
side of the cultural divide came from aesthetic ideas. The Soviet Artists'
Union was ordered from above to produce art heralding the great space achievements,
so there was work to be had. Landscape painters migrated in, symbolists
found ready employment ("Most of it looks like Russian music sounds" American
Jon Lomberg remarked to me.) Cosmonaut portraits were in great demand for
offices, regional galleries, public buildings. Even the most highly regarded
"space artists" cared little for the facts of their subject. On a rare
junket to the west, at Voyager’s Neptune encounter, as a body they skipped
the Jet Propulsion Laboratory tour arranged for them to go to Disneyland
instead! (Sokolov apologized for them.)
"Saturn as Seen From Titan,"
painted in 1948, when we still believed the titanian atmosphere was thin.
[copyright Chesley Bonestell
Estate/courtesy Novagraphics
Space Art]
Bonestell: Art changes
with science
Contrast this with Chesley
Bonestell, the father of the American school.
He painted his classic "View
from Titan" in 1944, soon after Kuiper’s measurement of methane in the
atmosphere of Saturn’s major moon, Titan.
Saturn hangs clear and cold
above a frosted landscape. But by the 1970s further work showed that Titan’s
atmosphere was very thick, so that at its surface the pressure was even
higher than one Earth atmosphere. Saturn would be forever shrouded by the
opaque methane clouds. So Bonestell painted later views, accounting for
this. He did not scrap the earlier work, just updated his views to those
of the scientists. In honor of this, astronomers began in the 1980s to
call the blue-sky layer above the methane haze, where perhaps one could
peer out at Saturn, not the Titan Stratosphere, but the Bonestellosphere.
| For Further Reading |
In the Stream of Stars: The Soviet/American Space Art Book,
Workman Publishing, 1990 |
 Copyright 2000 by Abbenford Associates |
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I think this contrast of
aesthetics, which so often turns upon a hard-sf rhetoric of getting it
right, is the principal difference between the American and the European/Russian
temperament. Rather than erect theoretical frameworks to explain why this
is so important to the artists themselves, on both sides of the cultural
abyss, demands a painterly approach, not a critical one -- or so I believe.
To get at this, then, let
me reprint
a short essay I wrote as a fan in 1970, after a visit with Chesley
Bonestell in 1969. Though we exchanged cards afterward, I never saw him
again.
What do you think? Send your
comments to the editor