Saturday, August 19, 2006

SHOWCASE: (A) THE ART OF TUSHAR WAGHELA



To suggest that ‘an artist is constantly evolving’ is fallacy: in fact, more often than not they keep repeating themselves, and any attempt at reinvention is at best, painfully forced. Any transformation in the artist’s oeuvre, if it does occur- for example, the famous ‘moods’ in Picasso’s prolific repertoire- is assuredly cathartic: this, I believe, accords with the ‘theory of punctuated evolution’, which postulates that status-quo rather than change is Nature’s norm. A cursory glance at Tushar’s present Collection- eight large canvases and an even larger triptych (in the making, at the time of writing this)- in light of his earlier work, alludes not so much to ‘a significant evolution’, as this self-taught artist is wont to believe, as it does to a Rebirth: ergo, any reference to his artistic antecedents in presenting this Collection, becomes redundant. For me, the 30-year-old Bhilai-based Tushar Waghela is a just-Fallen Adam.

I present this Collection here, because in so many ways, the story of Tushar, the artist and his alter-ego, Adam is also the story of our state: Chhattisgarh.

ADAM'S STORY

PUSSYCAT CATCHER
To illustrate: notice, dear viewer, the acrylic on canvas cryptically called ‘Pussycat Catcher’. It’s Adam learning his alphabets, discovering Wittgenstein’s Tractatus, a world where language- the way we communicate- is composed almost entirely of pictures: how to catch a cat? Well, it’s not going to be as easy as our unsuspecting protagonist, blissfully turned-on by the book he is reading, imagines: two Egyptian-kittens lurk above, while a skull-and-crossed-bones insignia, used first by the pirates of yore, is neatly tucked away in a corner, hinting perhaps at impending dangers? The background, still dripping with paint, alludes to a world still in formation; incomplete; wet.

FURY
This theme becomes even more pronounced in his next work: Adam is still lying down, but he is no longer reading: the book- now used as a blinder to shield his eyes from a rapidly dissolving sky formed of bold, bloody curls which have come together to form an Angry God looking-down menacingly at him- too is different: it has the word FURY written on its cover. An explanation, however, is offered: the forbidden fruit symbolized as a once-bitten apple persists: Milton’s Paradise Lost suddenly finds its visual allegory in the contemporary Macintosh corporate-logo. It is both a reminder of a history riddled with the shame of banishment, and a precursor of the world to come: a Twilight World dangling between the past and the future; between Heidegger’s Being and Time. Here we evesdrop on Shakespeare's Hamlet muse: "To be or not to be/ That is the question."


ANCESTORS
The break with the past becomes definitive only with ‘Ancestors’. A prehistoric black mammoth dominates a background cluttered with peacocks, jaguars, antlers and proto-hieroglyphics: scenes from a primordial cave, pilfered by irreverent tourists from a nascent civilization. Look closely, and you will see that the mammoth’s surface is scratched: humans have made their sudden, half-baked appearance; they are hunting down the whole herd. In the foreground, Adam, now clothed, gazes intently at us but with only one eye, for his hand still blinds the other. He may indeed be ‘Lost’ but we have made our first eye contact: the dialogue of the eyes has half-begun.

CROSSROAD
We next meet our Adam at the ‘Crossroad’. Obviously, the poor fellow hasn’t yet found his way out of the Socratic cave. Three millennia stuck in that place, and all he’s managed to get himself is a blue denim-jeans and a pair of bathroom-slippers. And what’s that? Our hero has found himself a new friend: observe, my dear, that tiny little Crow. No, its not part of the cave painting: after all, whoever heard of cavemen (and cavewomen) painting crows? He’s standing behind a thick red line that proclaims: CAUTION: NO FOOTPRINTS. Apparently, there’s no way he can walk out of here. So what does he do?

TRAJECTORY
With a little help from his friend- the crow, now perched precariously atop his head- he flies! His hands- extended backwards, palms tense, fingers stretched- have transformed into wings, and he’s high up there with the Wright-brothers’ invention. No, this can’t be true: after all, had God intended for Mammon to fly, He’d have given us wings? Everything is turned UPSIDE DOWN: in this tale, we’ve the WRONG BROTHERS instead. The paradox is reflected in the reemergence of cave painting-like human figures over the orange sky: they tell a parable in pictures, of a man who takes a leap, only to fall tumbling down. The only consolation is that he managed to land safely on the ground. Like the Zen acolyte- who leaves his house in search of his bull, and in the end returns empty-handed only to discover that it was never really lost- flying is something Adam’s got to do. But as Tushar- Adam- points out, “it’s not the man who flies, it’s the Crow!” Thus we leave the Crow to pursue his own unchartered Trajectory in the azure world.

NAKED
Adam, quite naturally, isn’t very happy about this last effort: after all, who likes to be made a fool off? Moreover, he’s been abandoned once again, this time by his friend, the Crow. In this painting entitled ‘Naked’, he’s gone out to look for him: fingers cupped around an open mouth, Adam’s calling out for the Crow. He’s angry at being deceived: look at the fist at the corner; its middle-finger is raised, signaling a rude ‘fuck-you’. He’s also pissed at being so foolish: ‘SHIT’.


SALWA JUDUM
In the context of Chhattisgarh, this attitude finds manifestation in a new madness called 'Salwa Judum': an angry-terrified orphan-child juxtaposed against his parent's lifeless arm, a rope tied around its wrist, suggestive of the manner in which it met its end. Blood drips all over: an entire culture is washed out, erased.

Perhaps, the time has come to STOP and think things over. For new Beginnings? Behold, a Brave New World Beckons!

PATANGBAAZ
In this last work entitled ‘Patangbaaz’ [lit: an ace kite-flyer], Adam- and the artist, Tushar- have finally found themselves: it is both a return, and a leap forward. They’re no longer lost: this is where the trajectory of their lives has brought them. No longer afraid to confront their Maker, they stand tall, and with crossed-arms, boldly look him in the eye. He- the Maker- too is no longer angry, as in the first two paintings. The background, this time, isn’t menacing: it is white, like Locke’s Tabula Rasa: a blank slate waiting to be filled. And of course, Adam flies. No, not himself. His kites do!

AJ

6 comments (टिप्पणी):

Anoop Saha said...

Absolutely amazing peintings by Mr. Waghela. Superb. Thanks for uploading these paintings.

You have a very interesting blog. Wish I had come here earlier.

Anonymous said...

IT's very nice to know that somebody is
sincerely exploiting electronic media to save the heritage of chhattisgarh.
as far as my best knowledge this is the very first kinda ground breaking work doing by someone for chhattisgarh.this effort is really appreciable.
I wish all the best to Amit for such good job and anticipate for such more work....

Goutam Prasad Sao
IITK

Anonymous said...

Great piece of Art.
It is a good effort but it would more benefitial for the artist of CG if we could provide a platform in Delhi where they can come and show their Art. I have read (not seen) that a quite lot of art and artists die without even being noticed. Traditional CG art is very powerful which needs to be encouraged and preserved.

We should think on this line.
For CG artists
Shaheen

Anonymous said...

Dear Mr. Jogi,

It was pleasant to look at the paintings of Bhilaian Tushar Waghela. Good to see that such talent is emerging in Chattisgarh. The paintings depict many issues in a truly allegorical fashion. I wish Mr. Waghela the best success in his future work.

Also, it was nice to see some snaps from/of/about a 'Nava Chattisgarhi' lad. There are many young Chattisgarhi people studying/working in metros. But compared to people from other states the number of Chattisgarhi people in top positions in multinationals or bureuacracy is very small. A lot of effort both at individual and public level is needed to bring the Chattisgarhi folks up to a certain level of development. We are yet to make a mark in shining India and globalizing world.

Thanks
Alok

Anonymous said...

Dear AJ

Good efforts by Tushar.
Trenchant !!

Thnx
Arpita

Anonymous said...

Atul: saw the paintings on your blog..........not very much into such arty-farty things but one thing that i noticed was that every piece was steeped in the colours of gloom.......why???
the world is not that bad a place to live.

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