Friday, May 13, 2016

The Dream Collector: Gopikrishna, the Artist of Travancore

(Gopikrishna in his studio)

Through the large windows, the foliages and tree top freshly washed by the mid summer rains that shred the crystal blue sky into thousands of shining shards I see three medium sized owls, sleeping calmly. The artist smiles at me. “Look, what do they need?” I keep silence. I want the artist to speak. He continues, “They just need a place to sit and sleep. At night they fly away to hunt. They come back in the morning. At times they look at me turning their necks in impossible angles.” I strain my eyes at them. As if responding to a cue they open their eyes in unison and look at me. ‘It’s eerie,’ I think but do not say a thing. I know Gopikrishna, the artist and when he speaks of the owls, he is not just putting up an act. The trees out there, the greenery, the foliage, the creepers and vines that adorn the self designed studio-cum-residence of Gopikrishna are carefully cultivated by the artist himself, patiently and steadily. His works, often qualified randomly as ‘surreal’ or ‘Brueghel-esque’ have a lot of trees and foliages in them though most of them seem animated by their ‘unnatural’ extensions into creatures and species that are seen perhaps only in the imaginations of George Louis Borges.

 (A recent painting by Gopikrishna)

Born in Sreekaryam, a suburban town near Trivandrum city in 1965, Gopikrishna has always been a devotee of the ‘remaining patches of nature’ in and around Trivandrum city. Ask any friend of Gopikrishna about his personal traits as an artist or an art student many years back, they would all say one thing: Gopikrishna was a loner and he remains the same. There is a reason for the loneliness of this artist. This loneliness was a choice when he was a student in the Trivandrum Fine Arts College in early 1980s. The students then were an agitated lot. Each student who joined the college then was fresh and normal like any other teenager. But within a month into the course they all started turning into some different beings, always talking about revolution through art and the social purposes of art. For Gopikrishna, seeing the metamorphosis of his fellow students perhaps was the initiation into the world of magical transformations of beings, which has been manifesting in his works for the last three decades incessantly.

 (a painting in Gopikrishna's studio)

Gopikrishna’s works have a protagonist or a few protagonists in them, all in many ways, resonating with the characteristic traits of the artist himself, at least in the looks. They are all loners even when they are engaged in apparently absurd group activities. The early dissociation of his individual self from the collective ideological process(ing) of art during the student days comes to take many forms in this dissonant metabolism that we seen in Gopikrishna’s paintings. Loner as he was, instead of making art through collective discussions and for a common end, Gopikrishna looked for the fast fading green patches in and around the city. Pedaling through the asphalt laid paths under the blazing sun, with his drawing equipments in tow, Gopikrishna went to these places, sitting there alone, captured the varying moods of nature, hundreds of birds visiting the tree tops, bees humming around and the insects and frogs trotting here and there. Drawing them was a pleasure, which took him to the ultimate sense of ‘losing’ it (the ego) and the meditative experience that he experienced from these weekend sessions was much more alluring than the socially ‘responsible’ art that brewed within the crucibles of library, canteen and classrooms of the Trivandrum Fine Arts College. Gopikrishna did not discount his friends’ art but he was simply not interested.

 (A painting by Gopikrishna)

A.Ramachandran, senior artist, who gushes praises for Gopikrishna does it for the right reasons. As a nature lover (as a rightful descendant of the doyens like Benode Behari Mukherjee, Ram Kinkar Baij and K.G.Subramnyan) Ramachandran has always painted directly from the nature. While Ramachandran devoted himself in developing a naturalism that is peculiar to the mural traditions of India, by adding a lot of realism to it, Gopikrishna chose a different path of developing his realism as perceived by his inner eyes. In his words, “I do not have any explanations for the incidents that take place in my works. But they are from there. They happen exactly the way they are seen in the paintings. I cannot force them to be different.”  Hence, Gopikrishna’s early exercises in drawing directly from nature could be called the internalization process of the external world and the alchemy of aesthetics that occurred in him during those days must have created a different world of reality for him, which one of the early judges of his works commented upon as ‘painful paintings’.

 (a painting by Gopikrishna)

This comment, ‘painful paintings’ came in the year 1995, when Gopikrisha was finishing his MFA in Painting at the illustrious Delhi College of Art. After passing out in 1988 from Trivandrum Gopikrishna had spent almost six years at home, painting from a fairly large attic studio created for him by his father. Then he thought of continuing his studies. During the annual display, one of the campus combers came from a reputed gallery in Delhi and looked at the works of both Gopikrisha and Aji VN, who too was a student there then. The gallerist looked at their works for a long time, which gave them goose pimples. They thought that they were going to be picked up and raised to the level of professional artists by offering shows or commissioning works. Nothing happened; he moved on and selected one of the students whose works both Gopikrishna and Aji thought ‘not up to the mark’. Later, they asked the chosen one about the secret behind his works. He did not say much but simply commented, “You have done painful paintings. They need happy paintings.”

(a recent painting by Gopikrishna)

Looking around, I understand that Gopikrishna has not learnt a lesson from that boy artist who was selected by the gallerist in 1995. Sometimes being adamant and learning no lessons pay better than making adjustments with one’s won soul. Both Gopikrishna and Aji held on what was closer to them tightly. We do not hear much about the other artist but we do hear about these two artists even if it took more than a decade for recognition to come. In Delhi too the image of Gopikrishna being a loner followed him. But the artist has a different take on that. “Most of them who knew me or tried to know me missed one point. There is not a single place in Delhi and its surroundings where I hadn’t cycled around. I used to go to all the green patches, parks and the ruins of Delhi. Sitting there I experienced the histories and stories that made Delhi. I was not alone because the spirits that made Delhi were with me. And I kept on drawing and painting them.”

(a painting by Sreedharan Nair, Gopikrishna's father)

Here we think of Gopikrishna as a child prodigy. “I have never been one,” Gopikrishna asserts. He started taking art seriously only when his father suggested that he could be an artist. The suggestion was not vague or casual for it came from an artist himself. Sreedharan Nair, Gopikrishna’s father was an artist himself. Born in 1920, Sreedharan Nair was closely related to the Travancore Royal family and also got trained under the Raja Ravi Varma ‘school’ of painting along with the then masters like Devaraja Aiyar, Govindan Asari and OV Velu Asari. They all painted in the Ravi Varma style, taking inspiration from the already established themes and also from the secular as well as mythological narratives. The palette more or less remained that of Ravi Varma. Sreedharan Nair was slightly different from these artists. Nair studied the Western Renaissance art closely and also was keen in copying several western masters including Michael Angelo, Da Vinci and Raphael. Besides, Nair collected a lot of Oleographs came out of the Ravi Varma Press, and took a special interest in developing a painterly style based on the oleograph representations than the Ravi Varma paintings themselves. When Nair told his son to study art, he knew that his son could even if Gopikrishna had not shown any interest in pursuing art as a career.

 (a painting by Sreedharan Nair, Gopikrishna's father)

A strangeness came to Gopikrishna’s mind when he was too young to understand the ways of the world. One day he was told that his mother was dead. Orphaned at an early age, with a young sibling and a father trying to negotiate his financial problems, Gopikrishna found himself in a peculiar island of loneliness. Nair, who wanted to be a professional artist, finally had to take up a job in the Transport Department. Gopikrishna was trying to tell something to the world though he did not know which medium would help him to express himself. And when he started working on paper with pencils, the initial formations were just doodles. Then he found images and themes evolving out of those doodles. It was a Tagore moment for Gopikrishna and he was seventeen years old. When Nair told him that he could join the Trivandrum Fine Arts College, Gopikrishna knew that if he did, he could as he had already seen images coming out of his lines convincingly, exactly the way Tagore might have found the images while making doodles, smudges and erasures.

 (work by Gopikrishna)

The evolution of an artist could be traced by the stylistic developments that his works show over a period of time. However, it is not necessary that one should see the same kind of style in the formative years of an artist and later. In the case of Gopikrishna, the ‘surreal’ feel of his works was always there from the very early drawings to now. He says that this persisted because the style or thematic was not forced. It happened in him and his job was to get it out on paper or canvas. That does not mean that the artist is a weirdo. If he should, then most of the artists in this world should be weird creatures giving birth to non-existing worlds and creatures. The normative ideologies do not have any place in the scheme of Gopikrishna. As I mentioned elsewhere, Gopikrishna did not like to involve in any of the group activities in the college and preferred to work from a dingy little room in the men’s hostel which was kindly given to him by a fellow student, as Gopikrishna was a day scholar. Painting from the dark hostel room did not fill darkness into his works. The predominant yellow in his works connotes not only the affinity for the ethereal but also for the sun; openness and freedom.

 (a work by Gopikrishna)

The centrality of figures, the multiplicity of limbs and heads, and the liberal habitation of beasts and eerie birds speak a lot about the aesthetics of Gopikrishna. The careful cannibalism of the oleograph structures, images and aesthetics created by Raja Ravi Varma seems to be the basic foundation for the feverish imagination of Gopikrishna. The beautiful gods and goddesses with multiple limbs, heads and other attributes, consorted by female entities or beastly or avian entities, flanked by heavenly flying beings and the encryption of benevolence and good omen that populate the oleographs, transform into different male, female, beastly and avian imageries and create a new ensemble of actions and happenings at times, taking them to the lowly stations of life and at times to the royal existence of the feudal lords. There are the glimpses of divinity and monstrosity in the same frame. The embellishments of the conventional oleographs are cannibalized to create a new ornamentation that allures and repels the viewer at the same time. Along with the lowly and royal lives, one could see the emblems and symbols of colonial presence, and the struggles of the erstwhile royalty in the face of extinction.

 (Gopikrishna in studio)

Remove your shoes just outside the steps that lead to the veranda from the granite paved courtyard. You get the feeling of entering into a museum. The drawing room is a high ceilinged spacious atrium which has antique furniture running along the walls. Each item there has a touch of history and suddenly you realize that you have seen all of them in one or the other fashion in the works of Gopikrishna. The cherry red tiled floors reflect the white washed walls on which the artist has displayed many number of original oleographs collected from various sources, including that of his father and the original works done by his father. This home does not look like a museum of innocence, but it is more like a museum of memories (which museums definitely are), more like a museum of pain or a museum of dreams. But the home itself does not carry the memories of pain though the energy flutters with the softness of a smile or a pair of butterfly wings. Gopikrishna’s wife, Indira welcomes you with a smile with the room lights up. Gopikrishna’s son is Anantha Padmanabhan, who is a Integrated Psychology MA student at the Hyderabad Univeristy and daughter Sumitra is a tenth standard student in Trivandrum.

(a corner in Gopikrishna's study)

Gopikrishna collects all what he could from the city of his life. He is full of Travancore history. And Travancore history is full of coups, conspiracies, abdication, love, revenge, chivalry, loyalty, magic, horror and war. C.V.Raman Pillai, the most eminent author of historical novels had caught the history of Travancore in all its moods in his famous works such as ‘Marthandavarma’, ‘Dharma Raja’ and ‘Rama Raja Bahadur’. The coups and conspiracies that made and broke the modern Travancore also tell us the history of its resistance as well as subjection to the colonial forces. Trivandrum developed a cultural character of pleasing and connivance by extending the royal activities into the lives of the common people. Gopikrishna intrigued by these conspiracies that still make and break the city, creates his paintings which seem to resonate with the stories from the history of Travancore. Raman Pillai was a creative genius who said he could imagine a sea of fire and still write about it. He made this statement almost in the same of Turner. Enamored by the narrative skills and the linguistic variations shown by Pillai in his works, Gopikrishna also seems to say that he can imagine a sea of not only fire but also life and the life beyond. As a true devotee to the master history teller, he got his children named after the characters in C.V.Raman Pillai’s novels.

(an early family portrait by Gopikrishna)

The old wall clock which is wound everyday by Gopikrishna himself strikes twelve times. The disinterested, detached, grave and matter of fact ringing brings in the memory of Travancore within the four walls. We climb the stairs to the first floor where his sprawling studio is set up. Along the hallway that leads to the studio and along the sides of the stairs framed oleographs and the ‘much maligned monsters’ of Indian gods and goddesses ogle at you. The studio has all what a studio needs. Through the large windows southern wind wafts in. The table tops and cupboards are filled with antiques that he has been collecting ever since. The chairs are woven with cane; a skill that is fast fading due to lack of demand. Gopikrishna believes that a good life means getting the nature back into life which include the old skills of making and using things from the surroundings. “I collect all these because I just want to live with their naturalness,” says Gopikrishna. From the walls, his protagonists turn around and look at me. To understand his paintings it is necessary to know a bit of local history; or at least the history that goes beyond a hundred good years. Who said history is dead? Let’s us forget him. But I know who has said, the regional is the new global. It was said by K.G.Subramanyan, a decade back. If so, Gopikrishna is a global artist without using sawed off cadavers, pickled fish or prosthetic largesse or shiny surfaces.

 (a family moment, Gopikrishna with wife Indira)

From the comfort of a low chair, sipping the sugarless tea that Indira has brought along with a few pieces of ripe mango and a local delicacy called ‘Ilayappam’, I listen to the stories of Gopikrishna and the making of Gopikrishna. After his graduation in 1988, Gopikrishna went on painting at his attic studio, which his father had prepared for him. Nobody bought any work and nobody even cared to look at his works. As the young artists do even today, Gopikrishna also did send his portfolios to many galleries in Mumbai and Delhi, which came back with not even a note of thanks. Aubrey Menon, an Indo-Anglian writer and a decaled gay writer was living in Trivandrum in those days with his friend Graham Hall. Both Gopikrishna and Pradeep Puthoor were regular visitors to their home for ‘spirited’ discussions on art and literature. Aubrey Menon liked the works of these two artists and it was Menon who wrote about them first in the then famous Illustrated Weekly of India. Gopikrishna shows me the Olivetti portable typewriter of Aubrey Menon, who had gifted to the artist many years later. It sits pretty on an antique stool, like the tools that have created monuments in granite.

 (Gopikrishna with Aubrey Menon's Olivetti portable typewriter)

In the year 2000, Gopikrishna did a solo exhibition titled ‘Gates to Decivilization’ at the Durbar Art Gallery, Kochi. Anoop Scaria of Kashi Art Gallery happened to see this show and was hugely impressed. Anoop was the first one to give a sponsored solo at his Kashi CafĂ© Art Gallery in 2002 and 2004. By that time Indian art market had boomed. Solos followed in Delhi’s Palette Art Gallery and in Mumbai’s Art Musings. Gopikrishna, the recluse artist, however remains the same after his market success. “Market has not changed the pace of my working. I do not do commission works. Whatever sales happened so far has happened either through solo or through group shows. I cannot do works based on demands. I do not make calls or pick up calls for selling my art. I am an ordinary householder, cleaning my house and studio everyday with my wife, purchasing vegetables, tending plants and trees, looking at nature and listening to any kind of music.” Gopikrishnan does not affect anything and I could see it. The energy in the studio is meditative and one could spend hours together looking at his works here or looking at the number of mangos hanging from the tree at a hand’s distance over his terrace.

 (a work by Gopikrishna)

The more one looks at the works of Gopikrishna the more one gets to feel a sense of crime and punishment. Gopikrishna, though is not guilt ridden or remorseful like a Dostoevsky-ian character, his works seem to be an outcry for justice. At the same time, the bestial presence reverses the logic of the human world. There is a bit of madness in these works. The metaphor here is ‘vishamam’; the syncopation of two disparate images, narratives or incidents. The repetition of such disparities, Gopikrishna creates a world where justice is delivered even through the cruelest of the ways. The impossibility of transformations is presented as the easiest formations. Pain is tinged with an erotic pleasure as a release or cathartic effect. Fertility and eroticism together tries to overcome the difficulties of barrenness using the images of fish, snake and sprouts. In Gopikrishna’s works, if anything is mocked or lampooned, it is the human beings because according to the artist, human beings are the greatest errors in the earth. The errors are to be erased either through correctional methods or through pure allowance of the grotesque.

 (portrait of young Gopikrishna by NL Balakrishnan, photographer and actor)

In the district of Trastevere in Rome in central Italy, sometime in November 2015 Gopikrishna stood in front of a Raphael’s mural depicting Psyche and the Triumph of Galatea. In Villa Farnesina, Raphael had created one of the most beautiful and intriguing paintings in the world. It was Gopikrishna’s first trip to Europe; a trip lasted four months, aided by the scholarship instituted by a friend, Gopikrishna traveled in Italy and France. He visited most of the iconic art works that have been celebrated in art history. “I had a book at home which my father had collected. In childhood I used to look at them every weekend. In this visit I was standing in front of them, in real. This was a moment…” This was a moment that brought the mental image of Gopikrishna as a person and artist together. That was a moment of apotheosis for him. The artist in him and the person in him became one and the same. “The conflicts, if at all there were any, all had gone in that one moment,” says Gopikrishna says. He walks me into the other two rooms of his studio; one has a high cot, from one of those royal houses. The other has got an easy chair. And on the cupboard there is a small portrait of Gopikrishna as a young child, taken by the ace photographer N.L.Balakrishnan, who was a friend of his father.

 (JohnyML with Gopikrishna in his studio)

The owls are still there. They are three. “This three is something very important for me. Look at that drawing, a three headed man. There in the painting you see a three headed bird. I have not yet figured out what this three means to me,” Gopikrishna says. I tell him about the triads of religions; Brahma, Vishnu, Maheshwara, Father, son and Holy Ghost, the Three Times- past, present, future, the three heads, the three eyes, the three weapons. Gopikrishna looks at me and smiles. “Owls do not need language,” he says.  Yes, they just need a place to sleep. Gopikrishna feels that as a human being it is his duty to provide home for nature and its creatures. That’s how an artist worth of his salt thinks. 

Sunday, May 8, 2016

The Enchanted Boy of Art: Pradeep Puthoor

(Pradeep Puthoor in his studio)

‘There was a boy, a very strange and enchanted boy.’ From Nat King Cole, we cut to Puthoor near Kottarakkara, Kollam District, Kerala. Seventh decade of the 20th century was just about to begin. Suddenly, in this boy’s house furniture started catching fire. Dresses worn by guests were sniped to shreds. All the fingers were pointed at our enchanted boy, who was five years old then. His father was a District Medical Officer (doctor) and the impudence of his son infuriated him. For almost two years, till our boy turned seven, ghostly fires and invisible scissors were toppling the peace of the household. Each time it happened, our boy was caned thoroughly by his father. And one day, the family members chanced upon the real culprit; an elder cousin sister of the boy who lived with them and enjoyed her split personality was setting things on fire.

 (Work by Pradeep Puthoor)

Remorse descended on the father. Each member of the family was guilt ridden. They looked at the boy who all those two years had been taking all thrashing without really understanding why they did it to him. Driven by repentance, his father set the boy free. Now onwards he could do anything he wanted under the sun; and over too, if he really wished. His father was like a pillar of strength for the boy to pursue what he wanted. He wanted nothing but to draw. Years later, when he graduated from the Trivandrum Fine Arts College with a second rank in Applied Arts, his father arranged a studio for him in their former stable of cows.

 (Pradeep Puthoor in Studio)

Thus starts the story of Pradeep Puthoor, an acclaimed artist who lives and works in Trivandrum, whose paintings reveal the innards of non-existing organic beings and the fundamental structures of visible and invisible objects and edifices around him. The enchanted boy in him has not grown up yet. Pradeep sees the world through the eyes of that boy who had once wondered why he got periodically thrashed by his dad whenever fires appeared at the feet of chairs or holes appeared in the clothes. The boy in him now wonders why the world around him is so; why innocent people are being thrashed up and bullied around by people who hold patriarchal authority in the society. So the boy searches for the reasons and he goes into the fundamental structures that make up our society and the collective and individual imaginations. Pradeep, as his works show, believes that the very basis of understandings and misunderstandings is in the very act of ‘seeing’ things in the perspective that we choose to perceive anything and everything around us. Some are capable of seeing things beyond while most of us remain in the two dimensional world, occasionally using a pair of colored goggles to watch a three dimensional make believe world.

(A recent work by Pradeep Puthoor)

The X-Ray eyes of Pradeep are not scientifically intrusive but aesthetically intense. In a normal X-Ray picture whiter images are denser objects. In Pradeep’s visual world denser objects come to the fore, making the viewers believe that the artist sees only the denser objects lying hidden within the glittering skin of the external world. But trained eyes and intuitive minds could sense the lighter objects and lighter events that take place beyond the outer skin of the material world. What is that makes Pradeep see things beyond? Is it because of the presence of his father, a doctor in his life during the formative years? But as we enquire further we understand that Pradeep’s father Dr.Sukumaran was not an allopathic doctor who used invasive technologies to diagnose diseases. He was rather intuitive who practiced Ayurvedic Medicine. He lived in a world of herbs and medicinal plants. He looked and touched the patients and he could see their inner topography as we see a location in a google map these days. This intuitive mind and healing touch somehow has come to Pradeep absolutely in a different form; visual aesthetics.

 (work by Pradeep Puthoor)

There is a side story here: Liberated from the parental clutches at the age of seven after suffering undeserving punishment for two years, Pradeep had grown wings to fly wherever he wanted. Too much of freedom at a tender age could be detrimental and while studying in the Trivandrum Fine Arts College, Pradeep was one of the richest students and brightest too, which got him into a sort of anarchy and sooner than later he started wondering why he took Applied Arts as his major and why he did not apply for painting. Even if he had ranked second in the examinations, Pradeep was not planning to join any advertising agency, which offered a lucrative job and life. He went back to his village and started painting from the stable studio which his father had set up for him.

 (A work from 1990s by Pradeep Puthoor)

The story goes like this. Pradeep was not making any money from his art. In fact, in his own admission, he was just figuring out how to paint. In Applied Arts department he had learnt the techniques of visualizing and imaging rather than creating a painting using adequate and discreet application of paints on the surface of a canvas or a paper. In the stable studio in the village, he had told himself, ‘look, it is your job now to learn how to paint. If not you are doomed.’ But father was thinking differently for his somewhat crazy son. Making his son settled in life, which meant a good job, marriage and a household to keep up, was the prime concern of the father. So, he started a Medical Store for him. Also he appointed a young girl at the sales counter. Pradeep could be the owner cum manager and the presence of a young girl would have kept him inside the shop. Spirited he was and it took no time to convert the adjacent room into a makeshift bar for his local wayward friends. If at all Pradeep had any connection with the world of medical science and the anatomical structure of human beings or other creatures, it was his medical shop misadventure which came to an abrupt end once the father pulled the shutters of the shop down forever.

 (a recently work by Pradeep Puthoor)

The painter in Pradeep was surging forth, learning through trial and error methods and in the meanwhile two major influences came to his life; Paul Klee and Anselm Kiefer. More than stylistic freedom these artists took, what attracted Pradeep were their unceasing efforts to externalize the internal world. When we talk about internal world, most of the art people mistake it as the spiritual world that the Indian philosophy qualifies as the embodiment of self realization and sublime expression. Many an artist has repeated this mistake and many have been repeating it even today. Pradeep, however was not trying to externalize that spiritual world; on the contrary he was trying to look at the strange and enchanted worlds and universes that lied hidden in him. Those attempts to get them out a la the Klee mode took him to the known and unknown archetypes that came in tiered fashion in his early works. Before he could really make out what he had been doing with his paintings, in 1992, he was awarded the best National Painter competition conducted by the Kerala Lalitha Kala Akademi. The title of the painting was ‘Air-Airy’, which thanks to the journalistic interventions of that time became a fad title and the artist who made that painting became equally famous. Pradeep was about to start his fulltime career as a painter.

 (work by Pradeep Puthoor)

There was an interim period in his life, when Pradeep worked as an illustrator. While shuttling between the stable studio and the hangout places in Trivandrum city, Pradeep found that there was an opening in the Kalakaumudi weekly, which was one of the prominent weeklies of that time. Pradeep worked there as an illustrator for a few months and an offer came to him to go to Mumbai and work for the same organization. Pradeep grabbed the opportunity and went to Mumbai. According to him, going to Mumbai was all about visiting Jehangir Art Gallery. “I wanted to hang out there and see shows. I wanted to wander in the city of Mumbai and see what I could there,” Pradeep remembers. But in his remembrance, there are no faces or names. He does not even remember the place that he lived in Mumbai. “My office was at Nariman Point. And the accommodation was somewhere and I used to go by train.” Pradeep worked there for six months and came back to Trivandrum. “I had enough of Mumbai and enough of Jehangir Art Gallery,” Pradeep smiles. Interestingly, those were the days of the making of the ‘Mallu artists’ gang’ in Mumbai. “But I was not interested to know any Malayalee artists there for my interest was in art not in artists.”

(Pradeep Puthoor with his wife Raji in studio)

In 1993 Pradeep got the Junior Fellowship from the Human Resources Department, Government of India. It was in the same year that Pradeep got married to Raji, who now has taken up her responsibilities as Pradeep’s documenter, archivist, personal secretary and emotional and creative collaborator. The journey was not so smooth. Pradeep met Raji in front of the Public Library in Trivandrum in 1992 and he was asking for some direction to some place. They met again and finally they decided to marry. Soon Raji realized that she had chosen something ‘different’ and she found herself in the midst of utter confusion and anarchy. But she withstood all the pressures from family and society, mainly to desert a ‘non-profit artist’, and today she is Pradeep’s best friend and best assistant. Rare are such relationships especially they had the responsibility of bringing up two daughters who are now 22 years and 14 years respectively. “We had passed through the rough patches and now we have weathered enough to wade through any situations,” Pradeep says while Raji looks at him with full of admiration in her eyes.

 (early work by Pradeep Puthoor)

British Royal Overseas League prize came to Pradeep in 1997. In 2003, Pollock-Krasner Fellowship was awarded to him. In 2006, he got an Indo-German residency program in Berlin. In 2005, Pradeep participated in the Florence Biennale. In 2004, one of his works was auctioned by Christies. Pradeep was in huge demand by the new millennium. There is a huge difference between the present works of Pradeep and the earlier ones that established him as a painter. Towards the end of the 1990s, Pradeep had already got a grip in the painterly language and all his hallmark expressions were developed by then. Still the refinement was escaping him. He was toiling between figurative and semi-figurative paintings which were sold off like hot cakes. However, the search for a refined language was still one; he did not hawk it for a profit. And by the time he started having his solo exhibitions in 2006 in Delhi and Hyderabad, Pradeep’s language was already established; it was semi-figurative and looking into a world that lied beyond the material comprehension.

 (A drawing by Pradeep Puthoor)

Totem like structures repeats in Pradeep’s works. Though they are totemic, the organic fluidity shakes them out of the rigidity of vertical structures and shows the possible fluidity of the underwater weeds and creatures. There is a feeling of diving into the depths of the unknown while looking at the works of Pradeep, especially in the works that he did a decade back. Goaded by an urge to create more and more, similar images evolved but each time giving a different finality to the works. At times he painted the concrete totemic figures, shamanic appearances with beak heads and scythes and so on. There used to be a strange dance of ethereal figures in his works. Slowly we see them assuming clear patterns and becoming more and more definitive structures. While there are no bone structures and clear rib cages and skeletal views in those days, one could clearly say that he is inspired by the zoological and botanical anatomies. The most surprising thing about Pradeep paintings from this period is that despite their apparent leaning towards scientific microscopic views of animal and plant world of existence, he never had reference points to such imaginative take offs. (I scrutinize his book shelves in his studio for reference books and find no such scientific tomes).

 (Drawing by Pradeep Puthoor)

Each time I look at the works of Pradeep, what comes to my mind is the world of ethereal beings, magical occurrences and a sort of constant witnessing of the same by the artist. As mentioned in the beginning, Pradeep is like a young boy, the nature child, Azaro in Ben Okri’s illustrious novel, ‘Famished Road’. Azaro sees a world different as others do. Each inch of his world is infested with invisible creatures which are visible to him only. The subtext of colonial critique in Okri’s novel could easily give way to the magical realism of the novel’s structure and prop the protagonist, Azaro into a witness of both the real and unreal world. Azaro’s father in the novel tries to finish off magically powerful boxer and each time he tries that he comes back hurt. In the blood that oozes out from his father’s body opens up a new world for Azaro. The father-son relationship could also be seen in the works of Pradeep, where the son is a constant witness to the father’s life, whose life he qualifies as a ‘colorful’ one, filled with herbs and dreams.

 (work by Pradeep Puthoor)

The magical realism at times becomes clinically precise in Pradeep’s works. He extracts a singular image and repeats it many number of times as if he is changing a mantra or making a revisit to the same place that he has seen in his dream and later chanced upon in the real life. An effort to see the inner workings of not only the organic entities but also the inorganic edifices, Pradeep turns his X-ray eyes on anything and everything and the underlying bone structures are revealed. To the untrained eyes, the bone structures are simper representational efforts of the artist. But if one looks deep into these paintings he/she could come to understand two things; one, the artist has not really worked on bone structures autonomous images in previous works though they are shown in glimpses and glances. Two, the bone structures that we see in his paintings are not real bone structures as we cannot imagine creatures with such bone structures. This takes us to a different conclusion; the artist is not really paintings the familiar but the unfamiliar, besides, the bone structures do not really belong to any particular being.

(work by Pradeep Puthoor)

According to the artist, these bone structures represent decay of different kinds. However, I would like to see them as structuring of the self rather than decaying of the envelope that covers the ‘self’. This is not a spiritual self; but a transformation of previously known fluid structures into much concrete ones. The self intended here is the self that the artist confronts in his path of aesthetic creations. Most of the bone structures are like the remnants of a previous moment. The constant making and breaking of plans leave a lot of energy patterns in our surroundings and if we trace them through a device capable of doing it, we would be able to see a lot of ruins of our conjurations. Pradeep, with his sensitive creative ends is able understand these conjurations and reproduce them. I have witnessed him coming up with a skeletal image when he was painting the surface of a car in Jaipur recently. Pradeep starts at some point, may an axial bone and the rest of it develop in tandem with the other. His working style is such that symmetry becomes an inevitable choice as structurally only symmetry could hold the logic of a ‘building’ whether it is a real body or an imagined body. Yet, Pradeep gives autonomy to these structures never subjecting them to be a victim of the ensuing structures or images. Hence, Pradeep could leave a portion of the bone structure in the mid way and fill them with a color patch in order to bring the balance into the painting’s wholeness.

(Painting by Pradeep Puthoor)

Symmetry, especially the apparently clinical scientific nature of Pradeep’s works is concerned, seems to be a very conscious act of ‘painting’ rhythm and balance into a work of art. However, if we look closely, we come to know that Pradeep does not follow the scientific structural symmetry in a clinical fashion. The symmetries are automatically developed so that a visual balance is created vis-Ă -vis the rest of the images seen around it. One particular structure holding up the other in fact does not organically tally with the ensuing bone structure. That means, even if we conjure up a being based on the given bone structure created by Pradeep, we will not get a logically comprehensible being. Hence, decay or no decay becomes no longer important in deciphering the meaning of his works. On the contrary what I see in the latest paintings of Pradeep (that I see in his studio) is a sort of resolved (bone) structures which without adding imaginary flesh to it give away the feeling of witnessing a Gandhara Buddha who undergoes extreme fasting and turn skeletal. This reading could be made possible only by the subconscious rendering of such thoughts related to resolution and deliverance which are currently going through the mind of the artist.

 (from Pradeep Puthoor's Nature Morte Solo in 2014)

If one asks the artist to define himself, Pradeep would say that he is an artist who likes ‘drawing’ than painting. In his studio one could see various sizes of expensive papers cut and kept in stacks so that any time he wants to draw, he could just get at it. Hundreds of drawings are made without the artist really caring much about its meaning or possible trajectory of travelling. Each stroke is important for Pradeep; it is like slow building, almost like imagining a castle, a world, a universe, a wood bit by bit. That’s how the nature boys like Azaro do while conjuring up ethereal worlds or extracting such worlds from the mundane ones within which they are forced to operate. Pradeep is a nature boy and one should not try to decipher what he is really making on the papers. They resemble many of his paintings; but they are not the blue print or studies for the paintings. They at times look automatic doodling; yet they are not subconscious drawing. Pradeep derives immense pleasure in ‘drawing’ his drawings bit by bit using pen and at times water colors.

 (work by Pradeep Puthoor)

If Pradeep is given a chance, how is he going to define his artistic process? Pradeep does not think for long to answer this question because the answer has been given several times already. He likes to call his artistic journey as ‘wandering’ and in Malayalam he uses this typical word, ‘alacchil’. Wandering and alacchil mean the same. It is an aimless journey but with some glimmer of purpose occasionally showing up. Each time it is seen, the rest of the wandering is a pain, tinged with the pleasure of trying to know the unknown. One moves from sunlight to shade and wise versa. One walks out of an air-conditioned room into the blistering heat of a summer day. One sits under a heating tin sheet roof and sweat; all the while looking at his canvas. You sit in front of a computer and keep moving along the corridors of virtual museums and galleries. You could be travelling and wandering. You could be delivering your homely duties and yet wandering. You could be in one place and still enjoying the pleasure and pain of wandering. Pradeep enjoys wandering in his works. It is never ending, he believes. Even taking his white Swift car and driving with his wife Raji, around the city with a purpose and coming back without really carrying it out, is one of the forms of wanderings. Waiting at the coffee house where he meets his friends, while his younger daughter is at her class, for her to return is another kind of wandering. Shopping at Connemara Market in Palayam in the early mornings for fish and flowers could be another wandering. But Pradeep sees things differently and what he sees is what we see in his works.

(JohnyML is with Pradeep Puthoor in his Studio)

I close this essay with the song of Nat King Cole:
There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy sad of eye
But very wise was he

And then one day
A magic day he pass by me
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me
The greatest thing you’ll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return

  




Friday, May 6, 2016

Post Colonialism and Parthiv Shah: A Revisit to ‘Figures, Facts, Feelings- a Direct Diasporic Dialogue’

(Parthiv Shah- Photography artist and alternative visual communication designer)

Post-colonialism and the discourses engendered by it were very much in the air throughout the 1990s exactly the way a flower market carries the mixed heaviness of multiple fragrances, together slowly turning into an objectionable smell or an abattoir where blood and the severed body parts of animals send out an aroma of abjection. The Empire was talking back; for a long time without even thinking whether the former masters were really listening to the retort. Those who listened to the rhetoric of anyone who spoke out the experiences of a post-colonial life absorbed them into the academic structures that they had been creating to accommodate such hurt sentiments. Speaking the post colonial experience from within the academic structures however lost its edge, rendering the post colonial subject who spoke out into someone who could enjoy the advantageous status of being a ‘special other’.

 (a work by Parthiv Shah)

The fad was very much in India during the 90s, especially among the producers of the visual cultures. The struggle of an Indian artist living in a decade that celebrated the fiftieth anniversary of India’s independence from the colonial rule, to articulate the post colonial existence was a painful one for many had already forgotten the colonial past and its place had been taken over by the new imperialistic thoughts and styles without much critical resistance. The post partition literature had already taken the path of a different discourse, often overstepping the academic strictures of the post colonial studies and which has been successfully continuing till date. Films, both the mainstream Bollywood and the regional ones were churning out films narrating the stories of the heroes in our freedom struggle, without really addressing the post-colonial rhetoric. However, the articulations of the former colonial subjects and their descendents still living in the master countries were considerably different and those who imitated their articulations in the home made versions or even tried to make extensive historical researches to create visual art pieces looked painfully labored and clumsy; nobody know where they have gone these days. For a change, they all have started exploring the origins of imperialism and the trade routes that brought imperialism to our shores in order to make their art distinct.

 (Swiss government installing a commemorative sculpture of Yash Chopra by Nilesh Powalkar)

Perhaps, it was Yash Chopra, one of the master film makers from the mainstream Bollywood genre was the only post colonial film maker who could articulate the anxieties and nostalgia of the present as well as the past time colonial subjects who got willingly trapped in the master countries. In these mega narratives generated in palatial feudal homes and verdant country houses in Britain or elsewhere, amply using the sylvan landscapes of the quintessential Switzerland, around the characters who are permanently caught up in the limbo created by a strong sense of Indian tradition and western modernism. It could be best expressed in suited and booted Khans dancing to the Indian tunes with their customized brides, around a patriarch, often played by Amitabh Bacchan, and characters breaking up and making out at candle lit dinners, or even travelling continents to snatch away an Indian traditional bride to western modernism.

 (from Parthiv Shah's Figures, Facts, Feelings series)

Yash Chopra’s role in playing referee to the contesting post colonial discourse and the cultural discourse that repudiates the post colonial fixations completely is exceptional and his soft diplomacy through films is the only avenue where we see these kinds of post colonial tensions thrashed out amicably. The baton has been handed over to Karan Johar and his films address post colonial issues as a given, as the mother in law- daughter in law tensions are a given in the soap operas in Indian television. For the visual artists, dealing with post colonial issues was a passport to instant international recognition. Removed several years from the actual experiences of the colonial rule in India these artists’ affectations however became a thing of joke soon while a few artists who lived abroad and tuned themselves up to the current discourses could do justice to their visual articulations even if they were not really a part of post colonial subjection. Parthiv Shah is one visual communicator, designer and photography artist from India who could deal with the post-colonial subjectivity intelligently and seriously without claiming anything of post colonialism for himself.

 (from Parthiv Shah's Figures, Facts, Feelings series)

Many people might have already forgotten a moderate exhibition of photographs and empirical data related to those photographs that came with a title ‘Figures, Facts, Feeling- A Direct Diasporic Dialogue’ in the year 2000 at the British Council Gallery in Delhi. The exhibition was by Parthiv Shah, the Delhi based photography artist and alternative visual communicator and it was a part of fulfilling his scholarship agreements with the Charles Wallace Trust which had given him a travel and study grant in Britain in 1998. As you have read the preamble of this essay, you should know what is special about the year 1998. The fag end of the 1990s, internet was already in and also mobile phones were started appearing in the hands of the rich and powerful. India’s roads were full of new model cars for the newly affluent middle class. India was in its global path through open economic policy which turned out to be irreversible (as we know today). Real estate was booming, new educational institutions were springing up, dot com boom was about to take place bringing online magazines and other platforms competitive interfaces in the new Indian market. A new subjectivity was getting formed around the young affluent class and they too were taking interest in acquiring art. Things were all looking rosy and cushy.

 (from Parthiv Shah's Figures, Facts, Feelings series)

Parthiv, born to a Gandhian artist father, Haku Shah, and married to an Indian classical singer, and studied at the National Institute of Design in Ahmedabad must have seen the emerging reality of India and its changing cultural and visual landscape with a fair amount of curiosity and guardedness. Entrepreneurial as he was and still is, Parthiv might have seen these changes for furthering his creative career but not in the field of commercial advertisement that coaxed and enticed the consumer into a desire and aspiration. Parthiv, however did not like to see the emergent reality as an opportunity to create desire. Instead he decided to become a visual chronicler of the changing India with its contrasting realisms being played out in the public and private domains. It was when he got the scholarship to go and study in Britain. In fact, throughout the 1990s, Indian artists, both printmakers and painters got the opportunities go abroad and come back equipped to change the Indian visual culture. I should also add that scholarships were given based on coterie allegiance, group dynamics and dinner diplomacy in those years. Imagine, Indian Printmakers guild bagging all the scholarship for its members for many consecutive years! It happens only in India.

 (from Parthiv Shah's Figures, Facts, Feelings)

Parthiv got his scholarship much later in his career and when he landed in Britain and decided to join the School of Oriental and African Studies (SOAS), he did not really know which anthropological interest he would pursue. Soon he realized that the Indian diaspora had a strong presence in the British life and it could provide an interesting study material. Parthiv’s project ‘Figures, Facts, Feelings’ is not strictly a photography project. It has got the qualities and tendencies of a visual note book where a researcher notes down his findings and observations without fail. Interestingly, there is a method in these random visual notes. As Parthiv understood that this Indian diaspora in Britain, even if they had articulated themselves in different ways, needed some kind of an assertion and they could speak like post colonial subjects because they opted to be post colonial subjects unlike the people who lived in India or in any of the former colonies. The life in India was by choice; it was/is a given for all of us. But the diaspora Indians living in Britain was/is a choice. Their articulation could be beyond any revenge theories as expressed in the Empire talks back and so on and also need not necessarily be driven by hurt sentiments.

 (from Parthiv Shah's Figures, Facts, Feelings series)

As a photography artist and visual communicator, Parthiv could notice this aspect of the diaspora Indians in Britain. The choice (of living there) had rendered them free and also they could cherish and nourish ideas about India, which at times were full of fondness and at times very poor. As the title shows, Parthiv embarked on a journey initially by befriending a series of Indian settlers there through various contacts and then asking them to be a part of his study project. Hence, there are figures and they are all given a form to fill in as Parthiv observed that the diaspora communities had gone through this filling of various forms as a part of migration and we get a lot of facts about the subjects in nutshell. Then definitely they have their feelings about themselves as well as for their parent country. Parthiv gives them the freedom to choose the location or backdrop against which they would like to be photographed. This freedom to choose the location reflects their freedom to choose the country for their living. Parthiv, as an artist couldn’t have been more liberal than this.

 (from Parthiv Shah's Figures, Facts, Feelings series)

There are thirty four subjects in this project. Famous photographer Sunil Janah, famous political theoretician and author Sunil Khilnani, well known art dealer Behroz Gandhy and so on appear in this project along with twenty years old students and toddlers who love chocolates and think about India as a ‘poverty’ stricken place. Parthiv asks a few questions which are intrusive at times and generic mostly. However, none takes offence with his intrusive questions like ‘one’s age and education’. A Sikh middle aged man is just fifth standard pass and he leads a totally religious life while handling his business in Britain. Sunil Janah predictably would like to show himself in his darkroom where he processes his negatives, Sunil Khilnani (author of the highly acclaimed book ‘Incarnations’) is seen like an unsure young gentleman in a garden and a very confident political theorist in his study room strewn with hundreds of books. We see people preferring themselves to be seen in a very sober and intelligent set up as they willingly participate in a project like this. What surprises is a lady opting to be seen inside a toilet/bathroom as she finds it as the most ‘peaceful’ place in her home or rather in her life. Young people are seen in their bedrooms sitting casually or playfully. There is a grandfather giving musical lessons to the grand children. There is a medical engineer in his study and a doctor in her library.

 (from Parthiv Shah's Figures, Facts, Feelings series)

Most of them do not shy away from speaking about their age, education and the choices in their lives. While the photographs tell a few things about the subjects, the questionnaire that accompanies these images tells everything about these subjects. Interestingly, most of them prefer old Hindi film songs as a vehicle that would transport them to their nostalgic past. Many of them have ‘Mother India’, ‘Pakeeza’, ‘Mughal e Azam’ as their favorite films. The grand narratives that built India during the independence and after still linger on in their minds as they like to see India as a part of the grand narrative of the world itself. A couple of them choose Satyajit Ray movies (like Apur Sansar) and one of them chooses Subarnarekha by Rwitik Ghatak. When a girl says that she likes the movie ‘Lahme’, we understand that the diaspora to has moved on to the recent times.

(Parthiv Shah with musician wife Vidya Shah)

Parthiv did this project when there was no special place for photography or experimental installations with photography as a main component in Indian art scene. Today a lot of young photography artists use anthropological documentations in order to get their aesthetical ideas across. Parthiv is one of the pioneers in Indian experimental photography using anthropological methods. But ironically he came much ahead of time. His exhibition in 2000 had an accompanying catalogue which contained a few interesting studies on photography and cinema written by authors including Christopher Pinney and Rachel Dyer who later became important voices in Indian photography and film studies. Though, a few other articles included in the catalogue now look like over embellishment, we could say that it was a time when such efforts to showcase exclusive photographic discourses were hardly done, hence it was the need of the time. It would be interesting if artists, curators and photography experts would make a revisit to this project of Parthiv Shah and push the discourse further.  

Thursday, May 5, 2016

An Artist Who Draws the Web of Life in Colorful Illusions: Life of Shashikant Dhotre

(artist Shashikant Dhotre giving a television interview)

This is the story of a mason who is not a freemason. Considering the boyhood experiences of this mason, he could have become a sculptor. But he was not that kind of a mason who had the inclinations of either an architect or of a sculptor. Between the stone that he cut and the sand he sieved he saw the lines running vertical and horizontal and whenever he got time he kept on drawing on the sand loaded on the trucks.

Sitting on the trucks that ran to the construction sites, this boy in his teens dreamt of a day that he would become an artist. Though he wanted to be an artist, he did not know the great names of the Indian art scene, let alone the names of the international artists. What he had seen in those days were the calendars and film posters. He liked the facial features of Amitabh Bacchan and Aishwarya Rai and even Rajni Kant. When he drew these images on paper, people gathered around him and exhorted him to draw more. Some even bought off his portraits done in ‘Natraj’ pencil on simple white paper.

On 1st April 2016, the noted film actor and activist, Aamir Khan presented our ‘mason’ with the ‘Lokmat Maharashtrian of the Year 2016’ award in the presence of the Chief of Minister of Maharashtra, Devendra Phadnavis. This was one of the many awards that our mason turned artist has been receiving since 2009. The day he decided to leave his mason-work behind and become an artist, things changed for him.


You may all know his name and work. His name is Shashikant Dhotre and he is a super realist artist. Shashikant Dhotre had a little tryst with academic education in art but life had something else in store for him. The story of Shashikant’s life must be a fascinating one for many. 

(Work by Shashikant Dhotre- Medium Color pencils on paper)

From Vashi in Navi Mumbai (New Bombay), Shashikant drives us to his studio located at the outskirts of the sprawling suburb with a highway running towards Pune. From the air-cooled interiors of his black BMW car the passing sceneries look like a muted travel program in television. Summer sun blazes and silver flames play at the tip of the palm trees carefully cultivated along the spacious road to give it a Dubai look.

Shashikant Dhotre is soft spoken. Three years back, when he had posted a picture of his new BMW car, many took it as a joke. And despite the skepticism about his new acquisition abound, the ‘likes’ were pouring in. Shashikant credits this overwhelming response to his ‘fans’ who are in thousands right from rural Maharashtra to strange shores of distant continents. Fan following, fame and fortune have not changed the man inside Shashikant, the successful artist, a bit. The jammed left backside door of his BMW stands evidence to this unchanged nature of Shashikant.

“A few friends in Solapur, where I was born and brought up, were having some fun time with my car when I took it to the village first,” Shashikant remembers. “I did not stop them. They were all happy for my success and fame. But they did not know that the BMW have a super sensitive magnetic lock system in its doors. They banged it close and it got permanently jammed. I got so busy that I could not send it to the showroom for a change,” smiles Shashikant at the wheels. His driver is on leave today. 

(work by Shashikant Dhotre- Color Pencil on Paper)

Born to a mason’s home, Shashikant is the second eldest of the four sons and two daughters of his parents. Financial conditions were not so rosy at home and Shashikant was not so enthusiastic about pursuing an academic career. But he found himself drawing on whatever surface he could. Natraj pencil was his only tool then. By the time he reached high school he decided to drop out and join his father as a helper in construction sites. Years went by and his enthusiasm grew as he was toiling at quarries and rivers. It was then someone told he could study art formally. But he had to pass tenth and intermediate to get through in a fine arts college.

Hard work paid off. Fighting poverty and an alcoholic father, and above all the growing insecurities around, Shashikant, with the help of good Samaritans studied privately and sat for tenth and intermediate examinations and came out even if not with flying colors, some colors to his satisfaction. The illustrious J.J.School in Mumbai was waiting for him. He gave the entrance test and it was an easy walk over. The year was 2003. He could not finish more than three months in his first year, by then the condition back home grew from bad to worse. He had to extend a helping hand to his mother who had been working then as a domestic help. Without thinking much Shashikant dropped out once again and went back to his village.

However, this time Shashikant had something different in his mind. He had told himself that he was not going to become a mason like his father. And definitely he was not going to drink alcohol. He decided to draw the faces of the people in a nearby town. He had not yet tried color pencils. With black lead pencil, he could create the likeness of any sitter in startlingly original fashion. His prowess was not only in capturing the likeness of the sitter but also the folds and creases of the sitter’s clothes. He did not know, art historically it is called ‘drapery painting’. 

(Work by Shashikant Dhotre- Color pencil on Paper)

Shashikant’s patrons were so happy to see a young boy sitting at the street corner, drawing the portraits of the interested passersby and selling them for paltry sums. They took him home and commissioned him to draw family portraits. Instead of his nominal remuneration, they showered him with praises and money. Shashikant now could experiment with color pencils. He kept his study going with color pencils and sooner than later, he became a master in using the color pencils too. The money that he gained from the benevolent patrons helped him to support his mother and ease her out of menial jobs. He saved enough to study an animation course in Pune and he decided to try his luck in the city of dreams, Mumbai again.

The year was 2007. Shashikant came to Mumbai and joined one of the animation studios. Sooner than later he understood that it was one of the most boring jobs though it was called a ‘creative’ job. They obviously were using his skills in drawing but he was not deriving any satisfaction from his work. He thought he was doing some assembly line work or patch work in a factory. He wanted to express himself and at the same time he wanted to earn more.

Prakash, a friend of Shashikant for year is still with him in his Navi Mumbai studio. The rise in Shashikant’s career graph has not changed the relationship between these two people for the simple reason that Prakash was his only comrade when Shashikant decided to quit the animation film industry and go solo in his career. But what solo? These two friends put their heads together to come up with a new idea.

They created a pamphlet and the pamphlet said that they were artists and they could create interesting bedrooms for the kids. They said that they could paint the walls of the children’s bedrooms with the superheroes the children liked and also could create the portraits of the kids along with their favorite heroes. Early in the morning, both Shashikant and Prakash walked to the newspaper boys and requested them to place the pamphlets in the newspapers before delivery. They complied and before ten o clock next morning, Shashikant and Prakash were getting non-stop calls. 

(Work by Shashikant Dhotre- Color Pencil on Paper)

A new career started for Shashikant. He painted the bedrooms of rich kids. One painting led to more commissioning from the rich people because they all wanted to have the same glory for their kids. It brought the artists money and they could now afford to lead a proper life. Yet, renting out a place to stay was still difficult. Some political connections back home had helped Shashikant to temporarily put up in the Maharashtra Sadan in Mumbai. Now they were thinking to shift to their own rented apartment.

Shashikant, though he studied only for three months in the JJ School of Art, had developed strong friendship with students and maintained even after many years. One of the friends from the JJ times came to Shashikant’s lodge and was shocked to see a wonderful painting, a portrait of a girl, on the table. The friend was on his way to submit one of his paintings to the Bombay Art Society’s annual art competition. He requested Shashikant to send his painting to the professional category. But Shashikant denied saying that the painting on the table was already sold and he would make one if needed. That night Shashikant did not sleep. He made another painting on paper (with color pencils) and submitted it to the society next day in the professional category. The year was 2009.

When the results were announced Shashikant turned out to be the winner. It was the beginning point of a successful career. A couple of awards followed the Art Society award. In 2011, the India Art Festival in Mumbai adjudged Shashikant as the best painter of the year in the young artists’ category. It gives me a lot of pleasure to say that I was instrumental in adjudging Shashikant’s work as the best one in the given category. 

(Work by Shashikant Dhotre- Color Pencil on Paper)

I still remember the award function. Shashikant was in a pair of jeans and T-shirt. When his name was called out, a minister from the Maharashtra cabinet was looking around for an imposing artist to walk up to him. Upon seeing a humble young boy, the minister was thrilled and in his speech he was in full praise for the artists from rural Maharashtra. Next day, the media took up the story of Shashikant and he became an overnight sensation in Mumbai and elsewhere.

In Shashikant’s studio in Navi Mumbai, one wouldn’t see too many works. Yet, there are three in different stages of completion. From the climate controlled studio, through a glass wall Shashikant could see the city out there, the highway where the vehicles plying to different destinations, thickets growing, a flocks of birds making different formations of surviving and winning.

The paintings feature rural Maharashtra scenes; to be precise Maharashtrian women involved in different homely activities. Time stands frozen in Shashikant’s works. He takes the photographs of his family members and friends in different dresses and engaged in different domestic activities. For him, these activities and these draperies give ample chances to display his skill in painting with color pencils and at times crayon pencils. Feminists cannot question Shashikant for making the women simple objects of male gaze for he absolutely leaves no chance for such gaze. These women are not voluptuous but they are beautiful and sensual. They are like cultural emblems captured by a very gifted painter. 

(Work by Shashikant Dhotre- Color Pencil on Paper)

The lack of paintings or a stack of it in reserve is explained away by Shashikant with a smile. He says that each painting that he does is demanded by more than three collectors from all over India. That means all the time the buyers are waiting for his works. How could he be a fast deliverer when each of his works needs almost a month to finish? Shashikant knows his selling potential. But he is not a fast seller. He shows them in solo exhibitions before he sells them off. And where does he exhibit?

Shashikant exhibits in Jehangir. People have seen his works there. But this artist with a strong rural background before selling his works makes it a point to take his works to the rural Maharashtra. He has a very good team of rural friends who have now become adept in handling the sensitivities of a work of art in display. With their help he takes the paintings to rural areas in Maharashtra and shows them in community halls and temple halls. “Thousands of people come to see my paintings and most of them hug me and weep. Perhaps, they respond much better than the city art lovers. I am so blessed that I get people queue-ing up in front of my gallery wherever I exhibit, including the Jehangir Art Gallery in Mumbai,” says Shashikant.

Is Shashikant happy about his journey? In a candid conversation, Shashikant confesses that he needs to do more to get what he wants in his works. “I have got what I wanted through my works. But I have not yet got what I want in my works. I am still striving to get it.” The fan following, the acceptance by the public and even by the government does not replace the need for taking his works to the next level of perfection. It is not just about getting the patterns, light and illusion right. But it is all about getting the artist himself inextricably within the work.

 (Artist Shashikant Dhotre)

Shashikant looks out through the glass wall right in front of him. The sky has gone red in the horizon and the sky rise buildings have turned themselves into silhouettes blinking with neon lights. 

“Disparities,” sighs Shashikant. “Disparities worry me. Rituals and spectacles- we want only that. None thinks about re-distribution of excess. My works, I hope, would one day reach to that level of speaking about such re-distributions.”

If you will, you can.

If silence could have wheels, then we wheel back to where we had started in the afternoon, as consolidate silences.