ART TALK
ABOUT MY WORK
Women Around FireOil On CanvasSize : 24" x 36" |
Born in a middle class family in Delhi I have been
explorative about the multilayeredness of the mean metropolis. The pressure of
urbanism on my figures is discernible but they have something primordial about
them : one can easily feel the rustic temperament of the figures.
My figures are perched on an uncertain earth. Once Francis Bacon said that ‘I
need the city, I need to know there are people around me strolling, arguing,
living’. Me, too. I need the people.
Shadow
Acrylic On Paper
Size : 42 x 30 cm
Very clearly I am no abstractionist yet I uphold the art of deepening mystery. I have loved to paint women. Women, I admit, fascinated me from the very beginning. I could empathise with them emotively, converse with them freely, gaze at them closely and touch them lovingly. I do not believe that my paintings should always be treated as my autobiographical extension . But like Jackson Pollock I feel more a part of the painting.
Very clearly I am no abstractionist yet I uphold the art of deepening mystery. I have loved to paint women. Women, I admit, fascinated me from the very beginning. I could empathise with them emotively, converse with them freely, gaze at them closely and touch them lovingly. I do not believe that my paintings should always be treated as my autobiographical extension . But like Jackson Pollock I feel more a part of the painting.
INSPIRATION , MOTIVATION & PHILOSOPHY
A great admirer of Van Gogh I agree with the master
who once said ‘…..I wish to express not sentimental melancholy, but serious
sorrow ’.The blank canvas depresses me. But this depressively creative state is
the most fertile ground for the convergence of ideas. The white of the canvas
is the most democratic terrain where ideas jostle for artistic acceptance and
expression. In front of the canvas I stalk about as a wounded beast : I am
volatile, vehement, sinking, volcanic and restless. In such moments I am again
reminded of Van Gogh; “You don’t know how paralyzing that staring of a blank
canvas is; it says to the painter, you can’t do anything …. Many painters are
afraid of the blank canvas , but the blank canvas is afraid of the really
passionate painter who is daring and who has once and for all broken that spell
of you-can-not.”
I am in animated dialogue as far as contemporary history is concerned. My folkloric figures question the state. They raise the bar of my moral vision. But I am no preacher. I only respond to history. I don’t let the moral vision take over my artist. The vision should only empower me. The choice of content reinforces me as an artist. It universalizes my solitary figures. I have no shortcut to art. It’s the opposite: I take the longer route of assimilating the aesthetics with the historical vision.
I am in animated dialogue as far as contemporary history is concerned. My folkloric figures question the state. They raise the bar of my moral vision. But I am no preacher. I only respond to history. I don’t let the moral vision take over my artist. The vision should only empower me. The choice of content reinforces me as an artist. It universalizes my solitary figures. I have no shortcut to art. It’s the opposite: I take the longer route of assimilating the aesthetics with the historical vision.
FASCINATION & INFLUENCE
My fascination for the ordinary is fundamental.
What then I do is to discover. It is reinventing the invented. It is refreshing
memory. The memory is the reinvention of the self. It is the deconstruction of
the self that unleashes inordinate amount of energy.
In my formative days Rambrandt was my favourite . The play of light in his art is magical. As it is he is not the slave of natural light: he himself could create it. I found it bewildering. Then came Frans Halls, father of modern portraiture. I feel he is only 380 years older than me. He painted the locals. The great thing about him was he painted in strokes. Wateau is yet another my favourite. He was one who sought to convey a mood and invariably it was melancholy one. He used all the bright colours and ended up showing a shadow of sorrow. His sense of composition and colours was immaculate and yet his characters are solitary failing to get themselves connected. And above all Amrita Shergill is close to my sensitivities.
In my formative days Rambrandt was my favourite . The play of light in his art is magical. As it is he is not the slave of natural light: he himself could create it. I found it bewildering. Then came Frans Halls, father of modern portraiture. I feel he is only 380 years older than me. He painted the locals. The great thing about him was he painted in strokes. Wateau is yet another my favourite. He was one who sought to convey a mood and invariably it was melancholy one. He used all the bright colours and ended up showing a shadow of sorrow. His sense of composition and colours was immaculate and yet his characters are solitary failing to get themselves connected. And above all Amrita Shergill is close to my sensitivities.
CREATING ART
I think in forms - figures that radiate the
energies of strugglers. Primordial and folkloric, they vibrate innate
sensuality. Dressed or uncovered, they are less physical. They are
allegorical as they are elegiac. They are a sedate activism of an on going
universe. Through figures I paint crises. That’s how the elemental being of my
figures punctuates the developmental discourse of the modern. I inquire as I
refuse to submit. I invoke history as I defuse geography. I draw my benign
figures out of their eternal abode. That’s the reason why I am never propelled
by drab rules of any socialism. I mull over and ruminate over my personal
experience which is part of larger social reality. I live off life. That
may be one reason why my figures don’t pose. There is perennial winter as
far as my coice of colours is concerned. It’s the autumnal delineation of human
forms. I paint the colourless in colours.
In choice of my figures, I am seldom anarchic. My figures don’t have to hang in void. They stand on the floor of earth. They look in danger but there is definitive sensuality of life in them. They exude a passionate being underneath a passionate- dispassionate colouration. I listen to the composition as it sprouts and stretches. Yes my figures not only stand and sit on earth, they can walk and totter on earth. Sometimes they even seem to converse. They gaze at the gazer.
In choice of my figures, I am seldom anarchic. My figures don’t have to hang in void. They stand on the floor of earth. They look in danger but there is definitive sensuality of life in them. They exude a passionate being underneath a passionate- dispassionate colouration. I listen to the composition as it sprouts and stretches. Yes my figures not only stand and sit on earth, they can walk and totter on earth. Sometimes they even seem to converse. They gaze at the gazer.
Buddha and the BeastOil On CanvasSize : 3' x 4' |
I relocate figures as I draw them out of utopian realm of manufactured and concocted abstractions of contemporary art factories. Least fashion bound I want to capture the concord between the moment and the era, the man and the woman, the domination and democracy, the autumn and the spring, the linear and the complex, the universal and the personal, the allegory and the prosaic, the elemental and the historical, the surface and the profundity, the space and the colour , the transparent and the opaque , the myths and the histories.
I relocate figures as I draw them out of utopian realm of manufactured and concocted abstractions of contemporary art factories. Least fashion bound I want to capture the concord between the moment and the era, the man and the woman, the domination and democracy, the autumn and the spring, the linear and the complex, the universal and the personal, the allegory and the prosaic, the elemental and the historical, the surface and the profundity, the space and the colour , the transparent and the opaque , the myths and the histories.
hem jyotika
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