At the dawn of the nineties when Contemporary
Indian Art (CIA) was born, there was a clear feeling inside some sections of
us, that a new era was being ushered in. Early breezes of neo-liberalism were
blowing across the sub continent. The USSR had freshly collapsed,
Tiananmen Square was still fresh. The Rao-Manmohan era opened up consumption
horizons for us and we kicked the moralist skeleton of Nehruvian socialism
like Europe had kicked Catholic morality in the 18th century. Parallel to this
global trends, Indian urban thought itself found it’s calling in the writings
of ‘new thinkers’ like Arjun Appadurai, Gayatri Spivak.
There
were always scratches and fissures in this narrative. Some of them raw…almost
like wounds; however this narrative has been so treasured and protected from
its contradictions, that anything that troubled its’ shiny surface was
dismissed as obsolete, noise…or simply dirt. Even as the art was claiming to be
more democratic, personal, political, fragmented and contemporary, the language
which was adopted in art making and writing made art more elitist, urban and
dystopic. As more and more public art is happening in India, the ‘public’ feels
more and more distanced from the art object. Large crowds in art fairs are
frowned upon in the fear that the discerning collector will get disturbed. More
importantly we see a clear rupture, the international language of Contemporary
Indian Art seems unable to hear, or talk to the large number of artists who
have not, or have refused to catch up to this change in language.
Strangely
even though these very artists are considered to be residual or obsolete, it is
with their art that the larger numbers of art viewing audience seem to connect.
Naturally, in order to protect it’s self, CIA has dismissed this situation as
reflective of taste and viewing traditions caught up in old middle classism.
This (not so conscious) self positioning as avant-garde is still the biggest
crisis visual arts are facing today. Is it yet time to acknowledge that instead
of being a friend, the post modern is the post colonial’s biggest enemy?
NO!SE
is an exhibition concept idea, which seeks to celebrate the stylistic reaction
of a post digital aesthetics. The familiar (common) digital tropes of purity,
pristine sound, images and perfect copies are abandoned in favour of errors,
glitches, marks, fissures, and artefacts. This is a fast emerging trend in
music, painting, photography and sculpture. These glitches can be seen in the
artworks in the form of noise (stains, scratches, ruptures and jarring sounds)
which disrupts the urban cosmopolitan taste.
A
new strand of underground cultural practice can be seen in the contemporary art
movement, which stems from a boredom with the monotonous digital finish, the
mundane cosmopolitanism of contemporary art and the visual language of neo
liberal hegemony. For a long time, it seemed that contemporary Indian art had
become so insulated that it would fail to respond to and evolve with the
changing times. The art of this emerging
underground creates a tension in the realm of aesthetic consumption, causing
discomforts by hacking into the
mainstream taste, which still carries the bias stemming from age, class, gender
and sexuality.
As
fashion trends change and coolness takes on a new meaning, this meaning is
sought in the craziness of noise rather than the image of the ‘ideal’. By
breaking the flow of the artwork, the intentional error is able to draw
attention to it’s self. Eventually as the awareness of the glitch and the
aberration grows in the viewer’s awareness...the NOISE begins to dominate.
The
show proposes to invite four selected artists from the list[i] to
hack into the system of Contemporary Indian Art (CIA) to propose a new
algorithm as the global order stands at the edge of dismantling neo liberalism.
[i] The long-list includes the
portfolios of the following artists:
1.
Vidisha
Saini
2.
Nandan
Ghiya
3.
Hemant
Sreekumar
4.
Sahej
Rahal
5.
Paribartana Mohanty
6.
Mandakini Galore
7.
Mitali
Shah
8.
Preeti
Agrawal
9.
Drupadi Vatsal/Wahshat Ghosh
10.
Sambaran
Das
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