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Friday, January 27, 2012

Conversation with KP Reji


  Taste sellers


For mattersofart -artist of the month 2007 september.

R.B- In your works there seems to be a certain coming back to the idiom of the narrative. It is not like the 80’s narrative where the ‘meaning’ seeks to be located in the intentionality of the artist.  This time, the artist seems to be stepping back and hinting at the narrative possibilities through a play with images. Giving a greater space for the audience to enter and interpret.


K.P.R- My challenge is there, painting has a history over thousand years old, and many artists have explored so many possibilities. Am trying to do something different there and find a space there…that is the challenge. One sees so many paintings, you have known the histories and yet you have to find something. At the end isms are a small matter, the process of painting will carry on, and it is through all this we will find our way.  Consciously or unconsciously ones works will have a connection with ‘this or that’, but there are possibilities within ‘this or that’.

R.B- And you are constantly trying to achieve that.

K.P.R- Yes , and when you are in need you will get it, because you are trying for it. There is no doubt about it.  

R.B- there is a refreshing simpleness about your works. It is not that the complexities are not there; it is about you digesting the complexities.

K.P.R- It is not about making it simple, it is about not making it complicated. You can enter it easily, that is the structure, and maybe it comes from the subjects I paint. The idea is not to make it complicated and yet keep the taste in it.  

R.B- your works have a very specific cultural and local inspirations background, do you think their values are consumable to people who are not exposed to these cultural specificities?

K.P.R- I think the more local it is the more global it becomes. There are things we can share with anyone, otherwise I cant enjoy Iranian movies or I cant enjoy Tarkovsky, but you see one can enjoy expressions across cultures, I can enjoy anyone like say Chaplin. Even the kids…they will atleast be laughing seeing his movies.

R.B- For you it seems that a successful painting is that can touch human sensibilities across cultures.

K.P.R- Of course, it is in one sense, it is in all sense, and a painting is really enjoyable if it can touch a basic human cord. It is important to keep the core of your expression and remember that you cannot please everyone.

R.B- When you make a statement like touching a ‘human cord’, it would be nice if you can experiment with modes of showing your works, making them more accessible.

K.P.R- I would really like to show my works in more places and in different kinds of spaces, but my mode of working is very slow. I am always in doubt…whether certain elements or colours are really helping the painting or not, and then I will be keeping my works for a long time and I will be changing things all the time, until they seem appealing to me. There is no way to know between the four colour which particular one is disturbing…it is a long process. I keep seeing a lot of paintings, and they will sometimes inform me that certain colours are not working in my painting…and through all this basically I am not producing much work.

R.B- I am not talking about gallery shows here.

K.P.R- Any show, like this solo, I had a commitment for the last three years, finally I thought I should do it. Mainly I spend a lot of time filtering things out, that’s what I feel.

R.B- You have a ‘solo show’ coming after a long time, is there a certain concentration efforts towards it.

K.P.R- I don’t look at a ‘solo show’ as a project, which has to be executed, it is more like ten ideas, which are finalized and shown. And it is not that I think because it is a ‘solo show’, elements of each work have to mix, but also in the process of reading my works for this show, I am avoiding some works.
But then there are certain things, recently I was invited to a camp in Kerela, it was a nice opportunity to travel in that region and also to go home, but I had to say no, I have a ‘solo show’ and it is a commitment. I will not say I denied the invitation, instead I think I missed an opportunity. In my mode of working a ‘solo show’ is a big thing, it takes a lot of time…maybe I will be spending a lot of time sitting in front of a painting, at the end there is not much work I am producing. 

 just above


R.B- Do you have any regrets for that?

K.P.R- Yes there is a bit of regret, it means fewer people get to see my works…it is only in one or two galleries, and it all ends in a catalogue, they are not traveling much. And it is not only about me, some of the really good artists are often only exhibiting abroad and you get to see only the photographs in catalogues.  Some Indian contemporary artists like Atul Dodiya you will really like to see original works. Galleries have to be a little more thoughtful about spreading works.
I want to show my works in Kerela, Baroda, and many places.

R.B. – Will you be doing a preview in Baroda.

K.P.R- As you can see my studio space is too less, so I tend to send my works across after they are finished. There are three works you can see, two I am still working on and the other I kept it just because you were coming down for the interview, and I thought atleast one finished work should be there.
Then now it is the rainy season, and I don’t want my works to catch fungus, these are artist’s problems you see. I would definitely like to show my works in Baroda before taking them to Bombay, but I cannot do it.


R.B- When one see your works over a period of time, say the last eight years or so, are you happy with the changes and continuity that mark the trajectory of your works?

K.P.R- Yes I am happy with the changes, and as for the continuity you said, when you see continuity and there is continuity, and if there is continuity, it will continue.

R.B- Do you ever feel the anxiety of stagnation?
K.P.R- No, I don’t think I will stagnate, as long as I have the process of finding new challenges and analyzing things and how they are happening.
Of course, sometimes when you are working there is a doubt about a particular painting, you will start with full hope and then you feel that this image is not working…and things like that…you stop there.

R.B- Are their any paintings of your that you don’t like?

K.P.R- It is not the paintings that I do not like, sometimes I am not happy with my painting if I had the capacity to paint it better…that kind of feelings I have sometimes.
Like the ‘Taste Seller’ and the ‘Merchant of Four Seasons’, now I am repeating them…‘Merchant of Four Seasons’ I thought was a good painting when I first did it, now I see it could have been much better, so I am doing it again

R.B- there is a certain kind of class representation one sees in your works, a lot of it is about the life and moments of the lower middle class, is there a ideological consciousness about this.

K.P.R-I have always painted people like this…right from my student days. Initially I was not conscious about it, but I heard it from many people. Then later I saw it and recognized it. I have always painted thing that are close to me and around me.

R.B- You mean thing that you can relate to…

K.P.R- No, it is not about relating to things, it is painting the things that you know and are sure about.
The salt seller that you see in that painting, the idea came when I was staying in Nizampura, one guy will come with the salt like this, the thing about him is that there is no money involved in the transaction. These people used to carry a weighing scale, and they will measure salt with the things the consumer is giving. If you want salt then you give him things like plastic bartans, he measures salt using the things you give as weight.
Then it struck me that that he is a taste seller…namak is taste, and then with that there is an entire history of salt and the barter system…especially in India. …and is through all this the painting came.
I don’t know how much of all this, the painting is communicating, but I am trying.

R.B- One final question, it has become a near mandatory final question to a painter featured in mattersofart as the ‘artist of the month’. Is mediatic realism dead?

K.P.R- It is not dead. No form of expression actually dies…if things happened like that painting itself would be dead centuries ago.  It is more got to what you can do with it and how you can use a language to say new things. Many artists use mediatic realism to follow a trend or to hide their skills, but then someone like T.V Santosh uses the same language to make very powerful commentaries. One should really know what to do with an image.  


Friday, August 19, 2011

Don't cry for me yet


fighting with the army
false chirstmas presents
unanswered letters
promises forgotten
living with no strength
betrayed at the weakest moments
Jinni and all such memories
drunk dialing made me fall sick
disappeared..but still have left a trace
don't cry for me yet




Monday, August 8, 2011

Return of Chittaprosad and printmaking in Contemporary Indian Art


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..Chittaprosad I Kayyur Martyrs I Subbarayan, a police constable, who participated in police beating at Kayyur fell into the hands of protesters on the very next day. People were enthusiastic to handle him. But leaders discouraged them. The police man was asked to lead the protest march holding the flag. He did it since there was no other go, when he got a chance he jumped into the river and tried to escape. But he got drowned in the river. Then peasant movement and Congress were strong in Kayyur and suburbs. Police and vested interests took Kayyur incident as an opportunity to suppress revolutionary movement. They charged a case against 61 people in Kayyur and around. Of them the court decided five to be hanged into death



40th issue editorial for Art&Deal Magazine 

by Rahul Bhattacharya (Notes) on Monday, 8 August 2011 at 13:31




I don’t know what kind of a difference the Chittaprosad show will make to the art viewing public of Delhi. Of course everyone who has seen the show has fallen in love with it and the show has played a very important role in bringing back the memory of Chittaprosad and the political zeal of his practice. It is at this point of ‘politics’ that the mind wonders as to how does being an appreciator of Chittaprosad and being an industrialist causing famine in tribal areas go hand in hand? It is almost tempting to declare this as being scandalous… labeling it as some kind of dangerous schizophrenia. But when insanity rules it is the sane who become mad.


Strangely enough there could have been a different entry. A hardcore leftist activist was just one part of his personality that affected his aesthetics; Chittaprosad also loved beautiful flowers, folktales and many such mundanities. He had his own aesthetic tensions between Stalinist art, European modernism and Indian folk. Actually the greatness of Chittaprosad lies in precisely these multiple points of entries. Thus, it was quite amusing to watch the leftist politics of Chittaprosad being highlighted in a show organized and showcased for an audience who practice exactly opposite to what he preached.

    Before I move on I need to drop in and say that the five volume book edited by Sanjoy Malik if exemplary and for the first time provides us with a rare art historical insight on Chittaprosad, and bringing back a lot of faith in art historic scholarship.  
    As the mind further wo/andered as to why/were his political art was splashed in a gallery’s PR notes and press reviews and not his sublime water color, still life, flowers or the Ramayana series! Maybe this is a betrayal of the continuing inability of art history writing to engage with aesthetics and be more comfortable talking about the content value of an art work. The value of art is but a coming together of object/lessness and how that is represented. There is a growing negligence in talking about modes of representation (simply putting a flower can be depicted in hundreds of different ways).
    This started when art history revolted against the over bearing rule of stylistic analysis. It’s slowly dawning to some of us that maybe the baby has been thrown out with bath water. In this period developments in the world of Theory also ensure that the very terms like ‘artist’, ‘style’, ‘mark making’ had all become almost too layered to be able to negotiated through but the factor which contributed the most was (possibly) the exponential investors boom in contemporary art and how in our hurry to seduce this market, we (art writers, gallerist, curators, artists) reduced art only to the level of the surface neglecting the complicated questions of artistic process.

    Parallel to the Chittaprosad show, in the warehouse of the 3rd Pasta lane in the Abhay Maskara gallery, a six week open door printmaking residency of T Venkanna began. This residency has recent parallels in the Religare Art residency and the long running practices of KHOJ. What makes the T N Venkanna residency at 3rd Pasta lane special is its focus on printmaking in a gallery space which is acknowledged to be ‘cutting-edge and experimental’. Traditional graphic art (the kind that Chittaprosad used) has been dismissed as obsolete and redundant. Again the great period of investors’ boom and its fixation on canvasses combined with its inability to understand the concept of editions spelt the doom. Also clearly there was less money to be made by selling prints then by selling canvasses. Maybe printmaking is the only medium that was first declared dead by the galleries and the latent interest got snuffed out over a period of time.

    A five volume book will never be published about it, but the real journey of contemporary print making in the years of 2000- 2010 has been that of extremely talented print makers converting to be extremely mediocre painters, and the system actually encouraging it.

Ina Kaur I Reclaiming Identities I Etching


 Thankfully there seems to be a turn around. In the last couple of years artists like Chandramohan, T N Venkanna, Preeti Sood, Ina Kaur have successfully managed to present print making as a vibrant contemporary art form and one day we will be very thankful to studios like Chap in Baroda, Garhi in Delhi and of course the Bharat Kala Bhavan in Bhopal to keeping the practice alive in a hard unforgiving decade.  

    How we have faith in art as a practice, and how that reflects on our engagements with art as a product will have a deep impact on how art develops. One important lesson to learn is that the market is but a part of the society.

Friday, July 29, 2011

untitled

kill me for a penny...kill me for a dime
am singing the redemption song out of tune
still yearning for the joy of being a fool

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

No place to die

hul Bhattacharya on Tuesday, 26 July 2011 at 17:07
Is it ok to be?
Even though its' only me
I am nothing but am
Doing only the things that i can
Just as i used to before
I don't know things at all
Thats why i fly when i fall
Could I do this to me
Now you can just let me be
No one said anything at all
It was raining and still it was dull
Maybe means nothing at all
I can now still be a child
Can fly no need to hide
But I am nothing but am
Doing only things that I can
May even fall when i fly
This is no place to die

is it hard to be a man?

by Rahul Bhattacharya on Wednesday, 29 December 2010 at 03:05
never went so far that i could not see
maybe stayed too close to let you be

does one ever know when the time does come
does the applause mean the the part is done?

'thud'..its that sound that's breaking my heart
in your pain in know i have my part

lips so warm and soft and the arms i call home
tiny hands for the junkies soul the gods had sent, or so i was told

the meaning of you and the meaning of me
did i stay close enough, or did i not let you be

the morning, the dawn and the dusk

by Rahul Bhattacharya on Monday, 21 June 2010 at 14:31
there is no morning without a morning
no dawn before dawn
there is no joy without living
and no tune without a song


sometimes it is yesterday
maybe even tomorrow
but when lips are smiling
they wash away all my sorrows


there is no morning without birdies
no dusk without sunshine going home
there is no joy without living
even if the sky is my huge blue dome

more than words can say?

by Rahul Bhattacharya on Saturday, 26 June 2010 at 06:26


udhti udhti ek paanchi aayi
choti si thi nanni si thi
sabh chodke..udti udti woh sirf mere ghar ko aayi

bohut khele bohut naache
phir meine toka..phir uusne toki
phir uusne toki..phir meine toka
usne toki mei ne toka
aur ek din naraz hoke woh chali gayi


mei akele khidki pe behetha
socha..aacha hua who chali gayi
ghar gaanda..haar kone pe daana
paayri thi..paar aacha hua woh chali gayi

saaf ghar aur dookh bhara dil
dheere dhrere mujhe khata gaya
khata gaya khata gaya..aur mere dil ko rulata gaya
dur kahi who paanchi dikha
jaane bina honto mei muskan aaya

udhti udhti ek paanchi aayi
choti si thi nanni si thi
udthi udthi udthi woh ghar ko aayi


botul khele bohut naache
khuub khaye khuub ghoome
london ja ke rani ko bhi dekhe
yea kare woh kare
uudh jayi phir waapas aayi

aandar se daari hui thi
phir tokunga
saapna todunga


haar ghaar pe paanchi nahi aati hai
har dil ko itna khushi nahi milta hai
nahi tokunga kaabhi uuse
choti si hai...nanni si hai
khuda ne mere paas bheja tha uuse
mere zindagi saajane ke liye
bus..itni si hi baat hai

5 hrs past midnight

by Rahul Bhattacharya on Thursday, 01 July 2010 at 04:58
dont want them to think any thing
this is jsut a hoax for them
when they see just this
they will have no idea of the theme

you always have known that i love to fuck you
want you to know that i love you more

you have always known that i love to eat you
want you to know that i love you more
you have always known that i love to be fed by you
want you to know that i love you more
you know that i love it when you like the worst of my poetry
want you to know i love you more
as you sleep tight..and as your love makes me happy and sleepy
i know that that i might love all your habits
but i will always love you more

boo rain

by Rahul Bhattacharya on Monday, 05 July 2010 at 23:21
rain
rain
rain
rain
rain
to my water nymph..fro the net somewhere
Stand in the rain
Whisper in the rain
Cry in the rain
Dance in the rain
Sing in the rain
Scream in the rain
Live in the rain

just another story


as we walk the sun begins to set
the allure of the night and its darkness rises
months spend on tearing the fabric
now trying to put together a beautiful patchwork piece
the little bird, the window and the tree
patterns that emerge as the patchwork jigsaw grows

form a girl to a woman
the story goes on and on

as we sleep the moon begins to set
the allure of the dawn and the dew laden buds of baby pink roses
months spend flying so far away
that there was no longer any wind beneath my wings
the little bird, the window and the tree
begin to emerge as i fly closer home.

form a girl to a woman
the story goes on and on

went for a walk but my knees were bent

by Rahul Bhattacharya on Monday, 12 July 2010 at 04:41
no trust
no shit
mindless indulgence
heartless dependence


no heart
no soul
a shadow of a soul mate
memories of a trust that would never forsake

we can run
we can hide
breathing in though a small pink skirt
always thought i could never get hurt

yes sir
no sir
the nursery rhyme went
went for a walk but my knees were bent