Nouveau doesn’t mean new.
New refers to some point in time: something is new when in relationship with some other event which could be either older than the previous or different, or better. The concept of “New” could be referred as a quality (in relation with another stuff wich is qualitatively superseded) or as a time relative concept.
On the contrary, Nouveau doesn’t relate to the concept of time, it hasn’t nothing to do with quality, nothing to spare with some other relative point in time. Nouveau is a perpetuum mobile, it is an Heraclitean concept. Nouveau relates to the eternal mutating, a continuous re-generation trough the ways of dynamism and Speed. Nouveau doesn’t refer to something which is older or superseded by its quality: Nouveau, finally, means that what is predicated being Nouveau is overcharged by an inner energy, a mysterious and obscure vitalism which is able to continuously change and regenerate the subject.
Something is Nouveau because it never looses its own impacting energy, because it lacks really essence or being, and consists of pure dynamic mutability. Nouveau is living, ‘cause what could be considered living is exactly the contrary of being, a non-being, thus Nouveau is like a continuously transforming inexplicable symbol. And like a symbol Nouveau’s own definition is constantly re-disposing, avoiding any tentative to clarify, continuously escaping every attempt to bound it into the gate of the fixed written word.
Art is Nouveau when it can’t be defined, continuously burning its own definition. Art Nouveau is a Truth which is burning flame: a Truth which is non-truth.
Art Nouveau is a complex passion described by a furious Line.
Art Nouveau artist is then a suffering daemon who is aimed to an art which is incorruptible. And it is not because it is ontologically placed in a sort of eternal suspension, rather because its own burning flame is infinite as the Fire in Ephesos.
And, moreover, Art Nouveau is still here …
The music relies on fascinating melodies which induce an exciting mechanism in the brain of the listeners: actually, the listener is brought within the work of Art and once there he can feel the ecstasy, at the same time so close and so far from the one that inspired the artist. The dancer is drawing lines in the air with sensuous movements of her feminine (what else ? All of us have a very feminine attitude) furor.
The dancers are performing at the turn of the century over a music composed also at the turn of the century, but of exactly the following one: the performance altogether is develops accordingly between music and dance, an accord without any agreement, an accord over a bridge one century long …
Art Nouveau is so dangerous because it doesn’t care about time: Art Nouveau is now, every time.