When I was wee kit back west, dog's years ago, my littermates and I used to enjoy gambolling in the buffalo grass out back of the local drive-in movie thee-ay-ter. Especially of a warm Saturday evening when there was no full moon anyway. Through the barbed wire, we could see all
sortsa interesting things up on the silver screen. I liked the 'toons best... some would say I still do...
So I note with more than passing interest that Montreal's Musée des Beaux Arts has joined France's Musées Nationaux to mount
a new exhibition tracing the artistic sources of an icon of American pop culture who had a name
very much like, ummmm, Dalt Wisney. For anybody with ADD issues, sorry, you can go sleep
now. Here's where us coyotes veer off into semi-obscure paw sucking re: a point or two of copyright wierdness:
Good 'ol Unca Scroo... er, Dalt. The Musée's catalogue for this opus states that:
"the exhibition establishes for the first time a parallel between the original drawings of The *alt *isney Studio and the works of Western – and sometimes other – art that inspired them, from the Gothic Middle Ages to Surrealism. The art of Gustave Doré, Daumier, the German Romantic painters, Symbolists and English Pre-Raphaelites, as well as Early Flemish painters and Expressionist film, profoundly influenced the *isney Studios’ productions."
Inspired? Yesterday, local
Petfinder arts maven Paul Gessell played a little journalistic peek-a-boo with this idea in the paper's Arts Sekshun, saying the exhibition curator calls Wisney 'essentially an image recycler'.
Then he makes a passing reference to a 'human precursor of Photoshop'.
Finally he quotes the museum catalogue stating baldly that Wisney 'plagiarized' any number of drawings for his 'toons.
Yup, Dalt swiped - liberally - from pretty much anyone & everyone. All public domain. Yet nobody seems to have stated the obvious, outrageous irony here: that not so long ago, Wisney Corp led the lobbying charge to
extend American copyright protection by, oh, two decades. Didn't want its iconic rodent -- or
any of its, ummm,
intellectual property -- to
enter the public domain.
Ever. In fact, the current Wisney business model may be among the world's most rabid defenders of its 'own' recycled public-domain images, calling down the Legal Gods of Copyright on just about
any piddley-ass infringer you can think of.
Why? Duh!
Ka-chinnnggggg! Yet strangely, Wisney hates the idea of
paying copyright to others that might wish to work similar scams.
This wholesale swiping, willy-nilly, from the public domain, then copyrighting the ass offa it offends my well-tuned sense of canine fairness. I rather think actual artists should be free to swipe iconography and play with it too, not just businesses with tonsabux for lobbyists & legal hounds.
And it all leads me toward the sad but inevitable conclusion that based on the evidence, perhaps the iconic rodent with the f(r)iendly smile and all his 'toon buddies have, in the hands of a buncha hellbound latter-day beancounters, been twisted into not just the Wicked Stepmother of Copyright, but the Antichrist.
It's no longer about the art, baby. If it ever was.
Image: David Goodger's Graphics, under a Creative Commons-Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 2.5 License. For us coyotes, the ironies just keep pilin' up....
