"If the work is pure then you have to think it could be understood. If it is not understood it doesn't mean that your work is not accessible. It doesn't worry me, but, of course, I would be pleased if people liked my work"
About this Quote
Purity, for Ian Hamilton Finlay, isn’t moral hygiene; it’s structural integrity. He’s staking out an almost austere faith that if a work is made with enough formal clarity and inner necessity, it contains its own bridge to the audience - even if the audience hasn’t crossed it yet. That opening gambit quietly reverses the usual culture-war accusation aimed at difficult art: that obscurity equals elitism, or that refusal to be instantly legible is a kind of bad manners. Finlay’s line suggests the opposite. Confusion can be an honest symptom of the viewer’s timing, education, or attention, not the artist’s failure to “communicate.”
The subtext is defensive, but not apologetic. “It doesn’t worry me” reads like a practiced reply to the recurring demand for accessibility that modernist and postwar artists routinely faced, especially in Britain where class-coded suspicion of avant-garde difficulty never fully goes away. Finlay’s own practice - small, exact poems; concrete text works; garden inscriptions at Little Sparta - depends on precision and allusion. He often compresses classical, maritime, and revolutionary imagery into a few words. That compression can feel like a locked box until you learn the key, but the key exists; the lock isn’t ornamental.
Then comes the human crack in the stone: “of course, I would be pleased.” He refuses to pretend indifference to reception, only the idea that popularity should govern form. The intent is a principled independence that still admits an artist’s ordinary desire to be met, not merely admired from afar.
The subtext is defensive, but not apologetic. “It doesn’t worry me” reads like a practiced reply to the recurring demand for accessibility that modernist and postwar artists routinely faced, especially in Britain where class-coded suspicion of avant-garde difficulty never fully goes away. Finlay’s own practice - small, exact poems; concrete text works; garden inscriptions at Little Sparta - depends on precision and allusion. He often compresses classical, maritime, and revolutionary imagery into a few words. That compression can feel like a locked box until you learn the key, but the key exists; the lock isn’t ornamental.
Then comes the human crack in the stone: “of course, I would be pleased.” He refuses to pretend indifference to reception, only the idea that popularity should govern form. The intent is a principled independence that still admits an artist’s ordinary desire to be met, not merely admired from afar.
Quote Details
| Topic | Art |
|---|---|
| Source | Help us find the source |
More Quotes by Ian
Add to List





