Over many moons of watching the whimsical world of art from a distance and
at comfortably not-too-close quarters, of meeting and speaking with artists, of
wandering about museums and galleries, of writing about shows and gazing with
great puzzlement at some works, there is one clear-headed and much-amused
conclusion that I have come to. Art is a lot like fashion. Or history. Or even
the seasons. What goes around invariably, inevitably, comes around again before
long. And if there is something that arouses argument, debate or, best of all,
protest with a degree of violence, it is considered to be not just successful
art, but path-breaking, significant and, perhaps most importantly, saleable.
Along the way, there have been many occasions where I have had to call some
artist or the other and ask about the ‘latest trends’ in art, a question that
is surpassed in banality only by that masterpiece of mundane mumbling: ‘Who do
you think will be the artist to watch?’
Today, art and its makers have changed. There is indeed a trend, one that veers
towards alternate professions and adventuring. A recent show in Mumbai that I
saw had a number of women artists who were better known – or perhaps more
visible – as illustrators, architects, fashion designers, graphic designers,
photographers, or other fields that are indeed art-related, though not from the
obvious, conventional perspective. This is in keeping with the trend to more
experimentation in art. From the maverick MF Husain’s Shwetambari many years ago,
where pieces of white cloth and shreds of newspaper scattered the floor of a
large gallery space all covered in white, to the more recent model of a water
tanker (Aquasaurus)
made of bones crafted from resin by Jitish Kallat to an esoteric display of
experimentation in fashion by Shilpa Chavan (aka Little Shilpa) at a current
show, art has slid off the canvas and into spaces that are still being
explored. At each stage, of course, there has been a degree of shock greeting
the display – Husain’s work was reviled by many, but lauded by
‘those-who-should-know’, of the ilk of Akbar Padamsee and Tyeb Mehta, whom you
would think would be a better judge than the average Joe. Kallat’s bones
aroused curiosity and a certain morbid fascination that his eloquence did much
to dissipate. And Little Shilpa’s hats have taken the fashionista audience by
such a great storm that the arterati have got carried, perforce, along with it.
In all this artistic adventuring, even the averagely-talented creative
expressionist has gone global. Many claim fame with local self-sponsored shows
and citations from ‘foreign’ names decorating invitations, along with a resume
that includes exhibitions in various parts of the world that they may have
traveled to. Some of these exhibitionists – in the literal sense of the word -
of course, are genuinely talented and gradually find inclusion in reputed
collections and support from enviable fund-pundits. A few become international
celebrities, trotting frenetically around the globe from show to show, working
hectically to keep pace with demand and, somehow, pulling off the coup of
always remaining creative, inspirational, lauded and coveted - again, Kallat is
a case in point. And one or two think beyond their own careers as artists to
become support systems for others and curators of the kinds of shows they
themselves want to see, like Krishnamachari Bose, for instance.
Along the way, the medium has become, in a strange way, the message. The use of
video and audio clips is more popular now. Often, painting melds with
photography and can become part of an installation that includes sculpture,
with a few bytes of sound and moving pictures thrown in to complete the
sentence. That sentence is meaningful at various levels – to the artist as an
individual, to the viewer as an unconnected passer-by and to society at large
as an audience that needs to be made aware of something, from child abuse to
contemporary forms of suffrage to political rot. A work by Sonia Jose that
impressed me recently had a white rag rug lettered in black reading ‘so much to
say’ – the message could be anything, the directions of thought countless and
the mood an entire spectrum from dark and deadly black to a clear, joyous
white. It left the viewer to decide, even as it hinted of a deeper mental
process for that same viewer to decode and debate.
Perhaps the best part of art today is that it gives the person looking at it,
feeling it, experiencing it, something to do. It is not interactive in that you
need to get hands-on and fiddle with buttons and knobs and listen to beeps and
whistles like with a video game, but it provides a sense of freedom of
interpretation. There is something serious going on, but it’s all left up to
you to decide what that something could be. And that, methinks, is really what
art should be about!