12 Jul

People in Pictures Always Change

Listening... Performance Art Digital Photography

Listening…
Performance Art Digital Photography

“The best thing about a picture is that it never changes, even when the people on it do” the words of Warhol who made it his life’s mission to render faces, mostly those of famous people.  This face enacts a few raw emotions, those that may be placed in the category of play acting with props, placements, the whole nine yards.  The depth of feelings are easier to enact when done deliberately.  In reality one opts for a coping mechanism that can very easily mask the depth of expression.  And as Warhol says, the people in pictures always change.

19 Jun

Trenton Art Fair Shooting and my Otherness

It saddens me to think that art lovers had to pay for their enthusiasm by being shot at with “22 injured, I dead” at the Art All Night Festival.  Today, Majority of the practicing artists are resigned to the fact that staying relevant is a challenge they need to cope with while expecting absolutely nothing by way of financial remuneration from the practice itself.  With this shoot out, it would appear as though their lives could be at stake, given that most of the art events are held in order to activate the depressed parts of the state.

Dilemma of Durga, oil on canvas

Dilemma of Durga, oil on canvas

Even though I have always practiced some form of art all my life it wasn’t until much later  that I embarked on a carrier path in the arts.  Hence, I retained some unfounded beliefs about artists being free spirited, friendly and embracing.  Starting out in New Jersey my first break came from Robyn Tremor the director at the Contemporary Art Center in Bedminster where I had my first solo show on Symbolism in Indian Mythology.  I remembered being shocked to learn a few days before the show commenced, that someone had punctured with a knife, one of my large oil paintings titled, “The Dilemma of Durga”.  The Center was just as shocked and had the piece restored.

I continued with my pursuit of the arts starting with the home state of NJ making absolutely no headway until my very first success at the Torpedo Art Factory, 2011 in the state of Virginia.  At the opening reception, the appreciation and attention that my work got was quite overwhelming!  Equally overwhelming was the level of work done by the rest of the participating artists.  For the first time I wondered why I never had success in my home state prior to this?!  Would it be relevant to mention that Robyn Tremor at Contemporary Art Center was originally from Brooklyn and not NJ?

Eventually I had my work exhibit in museums and galleries in many states and countries.  Boosted by relative success in other places, I tried once again in my home state of NJ.  This time I made it at a juried exhibit at New Jersey Artists Guild in Rahway and the Newark Museum.  In my enthusiasm to get to know the rest of the exhibiting artists at the AGNJ, I remember forgetting to take a photo of my own work in the gallery.  I took pictures of all the participating artists and found it fascinating to hear about their practice.  Despite the fact that much of the conversation was initiated by me, I was optimistic about finding my own tribe close to home!

On the Receiving End of my Otherness

Back to the shootout in Trenton at the art festival, as unfortunate as it is, makes me revisit the karma of the organizers of the festival.  It was there that I first encountered extreme racism when I was given a part of their gallery space to organize a show for SIPMA Contemporary.  Long story short, an old friend now a partner at a law firm in Manhattan intervened when the gallery would not respect the contract that was signed and threatened not to release works of participating artists in their intent to hurt the reputation of the organizers at SIPMA Contemporary.  And that’s not where it ends.  The year after in 2017, when we organized a show at the Printmaking Center of New Jersey, the Trenton Gallery got their artists to gang up and make spurious phone calls to NJPC spreading false and harmful rumor about SIPMA, and all because I was their primary contact, and my face was brown.  The deep divide among the people of NJ and other parts of the country, makes artists suffer and defeats the purpose of art itself.  My hope is that if there is a single purpose to this financially decrepit pursuit, that is art, it will be that of inclusion.

 

07 Jun

Natraaj, Tallur and the Cosmic Soup

L. N. Tallur's work at the Armory Art Fair 2014

L. N. Tallur’s work at the Armory Art Fair 2014

 

 

 

There has been much uproar of late about the exclusion of some of L.N. Tallur’s works from ‘India and the World: A History in Nine Stories’ an exhibition currently going on at the National Museum.  Much to the outrage of the arts community, the censorship by the Director General of the National Museum appeared to be on grounds that the depiction of Natraaj was in some way trivialized.

How Tallur and I once crossed paths

The ubiquitous image of Natraaj, the cosmic dance of Shiva

The ubiquitous image of Natraaj, the cosmic dance of Shiva

Quite possibly before 2014, when he first exhibited at Jack Shainmann in Chelsea, a short walk away from my work at the time.   Since I had obligations to fulfill that evening I stepped out at lunch to take a peek at the exhibit which was due to open that evening.  Having learnt that there were more of his works being shown at the other location of the gallery a few blocks down, I set out to see if I could make it to the new location before having to head back to work, just when I stumbled into an apparently sleep deprived Tallur who invited me to his opening in a soft spoken polite tone.  Even though I was unable to attend that evening, the works I saw stayed with me and upon encountering them once again at the 2014 armory, I had to do a selfie with it, well not quite, as I hadn’t as yet  mastered the skill of taking effective selfies, had to ask someone else.

Who is Natraaj

The image of Natraaj or Shiva engaged in the cosmic dance inside a ring of fire atop a dwarf who represents ignorance and epilepsy.  The image is that of tolerance above all else as it has a place for ignorance in the midst of the ultimate quest for creation and liberation.  As ubiquitous as the original image might be, it has always been open to interpretation as all symbology is.  My own take, Algorhythm and Cosmic Dance, veered from the original to a degree.

The idea of the show was jointly conceptualized by the former director of the British Museum, Neil MacGregor, and Sabyasachi Mukherjee, the director general of the CSMVS was to present the journey of Indian art and culture in a global context by presenting it with collections from the British Museum and other private collectors.  In Mr. Mukherjee’s opinion about Tallur’s excluded piece, “It may be a significant art work by the artist but in the context of history and culture, it is against the depiction of Nataraja.”

Instead of adding my own rant to the disappointment on Mr. Mukherjee’s decision on the matter, let me share Fritjof Capra’s observation on the outcome of organized expression of spirituality.  The exhibit being the “organized expression” in this case and our stumbling block clearly is the inability to process a symbol for what it is rather than judging it with bias of conditioning.

According to Capra, “Spirituality is a perception of reality in a special state of consciousness and the characteristics of this experience of belonging to a larger whole, connected with everything, are independent of historical and cultural context. But then, spiritual teachers who have this experience are eager to share with others – like the Buddha sitting under the Bodhi tree…

The organized expression of spirituality is religion, which always depends on cultural and historical context. Unfortunately, religion often ossifies and the teachings are expressed as dogma; experience is replaced by faith. You have to believe; you don’t have to experience. These religions, all over the world, also align themselves with politics and very often with right-wing politics.”

The national museum as indeed are all museums, a place of education, that preserves and pioneers a culture much like the cosmic dance of Shiva if you will?  The distortion of an inspiration in its organized presentation is almost inevitable.  The mark of a progressive institution lies in recognizing ways in which the distortion may be mitigated.  with that, I’d like to recall the words of Jiddu Krishnamurti:

“NONE OF THE agonies of suppression, nor the brutal discipline of conforming to a pattern has led to truth. To come upon truth the mind must be completely free, without a spot of distortion.”

30 May

Love in the time of Polarization

“Love” in a few different scripts on a shape shifting element – water.  Love and fear are two motivating emotions, the only two emotions that drive mankind, the only two advertisers and media gurus need to keep in mind.  In a free country one would assume that Love would be the only currency.  However, with the deep polarization worldwide, It may be particularly timely to revisit love in the eve of artist Robert Indiana’s passing, who was known for his Love series.  He died at 89 in his secluded island home off the coast of Maine, all by himself.  NY Times reports that “In a federal lawsuit filed Friday, a day before, he passed, a company that says it has long held the rights to several of Mr. Indiana’s best-known works proposed an answer, arguing in court papers that the caretaker and a New York art publisher had tucked the artist away while they churned out unauthorized or adulterated versions of his work.”

“Love” in a few different scripts on a shape shifting element – water.

Love urges allegiance and incites riots coup and wars.  With a deep ideological divide worldwide, one is prone to ask if indeed the flavor of love is changing.  Illusory as it may be in nature, there are expectations one develops from love, or in one’s allegiance towards the object of love.  These works address the  shift that we are be all going through in the understanding of love.  The Orlando mass shoot out and the many consequent shootings in clubs, schools, places of worship and other public places ever since, reflecting the shadow side of love, also makes one wonder about the shifting shape of love if only for the frequency at which it has been happening.

 

28 May

The Artist, the Marketer and the People @ SF Moma

Popular songs may have a catchy tune, but they’re only popular from being played over and over and over again on the radio till the listeners internalize the sound and lyrics.  Visual art, despite its need to stand the test of time is circulated over and over again, written about, spoken about in elevated diction, spent stupid money on, until they become ensconced into the minds of its audience.

Where does the artist play a part in all of this? Historically, he or she does not. His work evolves until it reaches the place where it permeates the psyche of the art lover/ collector, leading to his popularity and spiking price of artworks! Hence we view with bewilderment  Picasso’s early works of forlorn realistic faces, Gerard Richter’s early portraits as if in motion with blurry borders, perhaps suggesting the temporality of a situation, and Warhol’s early portraits such as the one of Elvis capturing the movements of a rock star and sold for chump change of $30M and wonder what carved the journey of these artists?! Until such time that the artist himself smartens up to the machinations of marketing and blasts his audience with mass-produced dots,  I’m not naming names here!

The tall spider holds its ground for all future women artists to find a place in a prestigious museum collection.    Twombly’s black board scribble rings in class room nostalgia at a ticket sale of $70 million at Southeby’s recently!  The children enjoyed running through the maze of Richard Serra’s large sculpture one of whose unsung merits might well be its indestructible quality!  I was not important enough to view the René Magritte’s special exhibit which only donors and patrons were privy to at the time of my visit.  A day later is when I could view it with the rest of the Joe Schmo!

The newly renovated San Francisco MOMA smaller than the one in NYC exhibited all of the iconic artists cleverly establishing at a glance the journey of the artist.  Worth it!