Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Indian Art Summit 2008
The Indian Art Summit of Modern & Contemporary Art at Pragati Maidan was a slight letdown in terms of content. I liked Paresh Maity's giant sculptures. Overall, Indian artists still seem to be searching for apt idioms. I'm tired of looking at goddesses superimposed on female figures, skeletal men and psychedelic colours.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Routing
Servers such as artists
Thespians, painters, scripters
Are our escapes.
Do we translate them in
Pastoral leaders?
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Sarai performance: This Evening Too- From Lal Ded to Ahad Zargar
An inversion of the emperor's new clothes.
meat for some eyes, poison for others.
Housed talent exhibits.
Lal Ded/Lalleshwari is a 14th c saint poet from Kashmir.
Abdul Ahad Zargar's vacchun was the background tune to Indersalim's performance.
He ate dust, created a black and white palette on his torso which he used to paint the lyrics of the background song on paper rolling from the wall. The words were akin to bull for us as we knew zilch urdu- his hieroglyphics could have been Greek for all we knew.
lal Ded's text was on his back which faced us as he wrote out a century old thought.
Although his performance was thought provoking, mocking us as we struggled to decipher his stasis, i wonder how much we took away from the spectacle.
His body overshadowed the message, which we only dimply comprehended, not sharing his heritage. the plaintive strains of the song climaxed with him as we sought to match the words to his motion.
The performance could have been 1/9 of its length as he circled the text. the sheer length of the play forced us to pause, as we were forced to consider the questions he raised, the answers he tore and handed to us. the paint was still wet.
I feel much of the text's beauty was lost in translation. as Urdu is similar to Hindi, perhaps a handout of Urdu in English script would have helped us match the song to the act more.
However, i have a sneaking suspicion that to have done so would have reduced the importance of the artist- perhaps, he wished to be in the limelight as an enigma rather than as a representative of his culture.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Art
Art needs the masala of fart
in the absence of which it is fart.
Much Indian art today would fall in Cat 2.
The Japanese worldview lent itself to abstraction
Centuries ago, as it is their culture.
Food and sleep are the essentails for life.
Nothing is beautiful.
Food indeed, for thought.
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