Monday, August 15, 2011

Maqbool Fida Hussain's mortality has been claimed (1915-2011)


Fundamentally, Hussain was a deeply rooted Indian. Having two selves, is something uniquely Indian among India's minorities. His sense of being was of a deeply imbued Indianness replete with its deities and iconographies. No matter what may be said of what he should or should not have done, Hussain in this sense was a manifestation of Indian culture and was suffused in it. That is the point that cannot be discounted. His was not an objectified self. He was a social construct, a unique expression of Indian culture and how it permeates us all. 

Early on Hussain took a position, essentially moving from becoming, towards being a brand, a manifestation that enthralled and fascinated Indians with its potentiality of what an artistic existence meant. He set himself a trajectory—a high-wire reality, while believing it "unlikely that any particular incident will have any influence" on him, since he drew inspiration from "everything under the sun." This gives us a tiny sense of how he perhaps viewed the idea of influences and impacts—which affects all artists. The mark of a person who wishes to zealously set himself apart from others. He oozed the very notion of culture, and projected strength in all that he did and touched.

Where did he get his chutzpah—that nawabi mien, that Indians across the spectrum saw and gushed over, and in recent years many disdained the object of their adulation. A maverick that had to be branded! Did he regard anyone as a significant mentor, Souza perhaps? Or did he consider himself as an entirely self-made entity. Or were there a range of factors that only a few know? These questions do dovetail his artistic reach, his acumen, the subjects he painted over the decades, his singularity, force of will, as also being closer to the ground sans footwear.

Although much has been made of his intellect, his work was far from complex, in fact very accessible. A contradiction? Or, one was having the ability to work in a "getable" vein? Perhaps both. Yet Hussain walked his walk, he talked his talk; opening himself up to opportunities where he engaged with other artists, students and Indians. His body of work embraced the idea of Indian—vast as it is. He thought big. He was an artist of many hats, including to many—a political artist. Many consider it imperative to apply to Hussain the sobriquet "Picasso of India,' but Hussain's most relevant contribution to Indian modernity would be that by living his unique artistic act, He gave Indian artists a primer in branding themselves with an artistic spine, and the much cherished reach. 

Then tragedy visited in waves. The banishment! Was it forced or self-imposed? Exile. Forces arrayed themselves against him in mind and spirit. A forced exile, as it is seen in most corridors of silence. Qatar received him. India was down by one of its sons.  

Art is a peculiar beast with its connotations and denotations. In a country where the idea of common law is still not enforced—other issues will get complicated. But yet we all wish for our interstice of modernity, alongside our spiritual underpinnings.

"I'd like to die like a soldier with the boots on," he had said. Perhaps it was a mere turn of phrase, or a churning of words? In that regard Maqbool Fida Hussain was a sipahi, a sentinel of the Indian avant-garde to Indian mores and exuberance. He is no more but yet there will be many Hussains’ of the mind. He was one and many, like the proverbial Kokopelli. Mysterious and magical. Time will reveal more, but for sure each of us has a Hussain in and of our minds.

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Barricading oneself

There is a saying in Konkani, “Kednaim zomnir’lo fattor uthon toklear podd’ta.” Sometimes the stone (lying) on the ground raises itself and lands/falls on ones head! I see it also as an apt analogy for one form of resentment — the inability to celebrate another being as also the fruits of that journey. In essence not celebrating ones own existence; its awareness being clouded by concerns and the setting up of conditions (barricading oneself) predicated by narrow sense of being, spirit, and self. 

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Alacrity of Being


One often hears about life being a two way street, suggesting that mutuality in various forms is to be esteemed. However, such alacrity of being is rarely the case, even from those who profess notions of dharma and karma—albeit within intense cultural etudes. So what leads to going after ever more larger slices of the pie. The pie, or laddoo for that matter is large enough for all, and will always be.

What is small is the footprint of our existential reasoning. Hence the street turning into a one way street, where the only option remains that of saluting the feudal detritus moving directly upon ones being. Of course such is not acceptable. In the meanwhile the appetites of even those whom one admired has mushroomed, continues, and apparently shows no signs of abatement. Yesterdays apparitions, along with their transactional libidos have been manifested into the widest gamut of successes. But still the transactional element that makes one human (or is this some quaint notion) is expected for oneself, but not accorded towards the other. Of course every interaction has its place. We know that. Small victories in ones limited sphere are regarded sullenly, as though in spite of all dharmic dimensions and possibilities—one is claiming more of that karmic pie! Again one respects as is only fitting in the culture I was raised within.  

Even the most fake among us have their place and are respected by someone dear, if not by the many whose lives they impact. They too must have our respect, not in the way they expect obeisance and being fawned upon, but an accord within the precincts of their own dharma. Indeed, this is very becoming of the ideas that regards one an Indian.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Manifest gain?

What is it about certain people who come through/towards you/for you, although one cannot say they came through, when one did not even think or expect anything from them/through them, or thought that X, or Y should/or even could do something for you. Of course it counts that they give of themselves, and it must be seen of/in larger spirit. That has been my lot recently—towards manifest gain really, as also a clarity in the the cloudy impermeability of existence. Yugen anyone?

Sunday, June 19, 2011

An Inscription on a painting by Chi'i Pai Shih

Inscription by Chi’i Pai Shih on a picture of Narcissus and Stone of Grotesque shape (in Chi’i Pai Shih, by T. C. Lai)
The stone is grotesque like a monkey,
The narcissus is unfeeling like ice.
The artist has the heart of a monk
Having broken the world’s chains.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

How line moves through space


How does a line move through space? As I see it, in Drawing for a line to move something has to impact you, essentially move you. A line fertilizes space. To consider but a few agents of motivation, a line may be compelled, impelled, or propelled to interact with space and shape it. Intent is primary since it imparts impetus and furthermore a meaningful trajectory to the line. Ergo, we are moved by a sensorial experience, the line manifests, it moves, we are further moved by its substantiation. When we see a line move as in dance, a gesture, a leap, a tendu, we are fluidly swayed.

Lines represent themselves as well as the intent instilled in them as they move through space, shear it, penetrate it, fecundate it, vitalize it, enamor it/us. It is the shaping line moving though space that shapes our mind, relays meaning, conveys an essense of something which in turn extends/unfurls/amplifies our mind.

image: On/In/Of Sympathetic, Apathetic and Pathetic Spaces: 5:11

Monday, April 25, 2011

Speculatio through Drawing, an abstract



My presentation at UNIDCOM / IADE 6th Intl Conf (Oct 2011, Lisbon), in the category THE Sense of DRAWING, Making Sense through Sensibility (knowing through drawing) would have proceeded from the following abstract. 

However, due to reasons beyond my control stemming from extenuating circumstances, this paper could not be presented in Lisbon!


Speculatio through Drawing
Drawing allows me to reflect on ideas that lend themselves to deep introspection—a search for possibilities in phenomena that pass across and within my senses—works which are reflections on concerns situated at the intersection and layering of religion, sexuality, and consciousness. “Layering” is a metaphor for encapsulating fragments and wholes that convey, power, compassion, and the memory of time & culture.

Through drawing, I attempt to achieve organic marks which reveal the underlying emotions of our thoughts and ideas—a receiving. I enter spaces to bring out natures within my being, and comprehend through speculatio--contemplative reflection—to which otherwise I would not be privy.


My drawings are an attempt at wholeness; an orison—towards assigning marks and generating form of the formless, often within extreme abstraction; employing a broad range of media and approaches, some learnt through an ongoing practice in Shodo. More recent works fall within the following areas: a book of thirty drawings on torture; works on the theme We do not come by our Thoughts, They come to us; drawing letterforms and other subjects while glimpsing, gleaning and assigning meaning to the works in the manner approached and through the act and dynamics of drawing.

The knowing, comes from an innate desire to flesh out a thought through drawing—where the mind works with "memories" harnessing the body and its dynamics, as one lays down marks accordingly—from seeing the thought in the way it reveals itself, and/or as one reflects upon it—modulating the information as it gets constructed, and even as the piece reveals itself. I draw from  ideas—with some concreteness as in a  fictional character constructed by a writer/poet perhaps from accumulated experiential angst; or with more diaphanous notions as in the epiphanic, the euphonious; or by seeing possibilities for expressing ineffabilities—following the stirrings that one cannot  place, yet are real and palpable...knowing has begun. The realization is a drawing.

The concreteness of working with time—the attempt to represent visually is two-fold. One is embracing the thought to the best of ones ability—this being a visual manifestation. The other is conveying glimpses of time in one piece—but without freezing a moment. Spatiality, temporality, looking at appearances, drawing from within those perceptions--what appears reliable—and attempting to weave such consciousness into one’s experience is my drawing practice.


http://www.flickr.com/photos/venantius/sets

image: Vicissitudes of Exile IV