Once a bearer of hope, progress now reveals its contradictions: machines keep turning, cities expand, yet meaning slips away. Reality, saturated with noise and frenetic action, becomes enigmatic. A sense of stupor sets in, an inner vertigo in the face of the failure of promised ideals.
Art, like poetry, then becomes a refuge. It no longer seeks to name, but to express feelings: it suggests, questions, opens breaches in the fabric of what is visible. It becomes a medium, a bridge between the world and the mind.
To achieve this, artists take various paths. Some choose to depict the harshness of daily life with clarity and a desire for justice: this is realism. Others scrutinise the laws of life with a rigorous and empathetic approach: this is naturalism. Still others oppose materialism with a spiritual quest, a transfigured vision of reality: this is symbolism. For the latter, symbol and allegory are reimagined, embodying the veil between the visible and the mysterious, between the world and the self.
These three paths do not exclude one another, but often cross, converse, and intertwine. Realism can open itself to the mystical, as in the work of Léon Frédéric; naturalism can flirt with allegory, as in Constantin Meunier; and symbolism can anchor itself in the tangible, as in Émile Fabry.
Commitment unites these modern artists: their work becomes a way to ward off decadence, the sense of decline, and the loss of values.
In circles and salons, such as L’Essor or Les XX, artists gather to confront their visions, sometimes taking the most radical paths, like that chosen by the Rosicrucian Order.
Art no longer wishes to be neutral. It becomes an act, a response to crisis.