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Saturday, October 6, 2012

I heart Art (ya rite!)



I never could get Art.

For me, it was always an ‘F’ away from what I really thought it was.

I mean, while the world goes ga-ga over the “Mona Lisa”, I fail to see what all the excitement is about – I mean, is it only me who see a badly colored picture (instagram anyone?) of some middle aged woman, who had bad hair, a half-drunk smile and clearly no sex appeal (seriously, you call that a cleavage!)?



Or even that painting called "The Scream" (above), supposedly the most expensive painting ever bought.  Really???  Am I missing something here or doesn't it look like something my 3 year old niece drew?  If she did, then we're pressing charges as she did not get any of the $119 million that it was reportedly sold for.

Art around me has definitely changed with time – when I was a kid, a painting of a woman actually looked like one (recall Raja Ravi Verma paintings); then came ‘modern art’- with shockingly explicit and gleeful nudity that clearly dispelled all doubts about the gender (ya baby, it was a woman alright! J) ; and finally there’s abstract art, where there were just geometric shapes arranged in some vague fashion that the celebrity painter successfully convinced everyone in the gallery that it really was a woman.  Except me of course - I still think it was just shapes from a gigantic high school instrument box arranged in well, a very random way.

So all my life, I was pretty convinced that an art aficionado, I was not destined to become; in fact, when I was to choose graduation after high school, I opted out of the one that had ‘Art’ in the nomenclature and went ahead for other option - ‘engineering’ (great idea that turned to be.)

So I joined a writer’s workshop called the Bangalore Writers Workshop recently.  And when they started the course with an exercise called “Art inspires art”, my first reaction was total panic.  The idea of the exercise was to intensely look at the many paintings in their art gallery, so that we may get so “inspired” that we could repaint the pictures into our books with our words.  Maybe my undying sense of optimism failed me that day (as has been the case all my life, in matters of the Art), but I was immediately gripped by an acute sense of dreadful fear when this exercise was announced.  My mind started asking myself scary questions like “”what if these paintings were the “modern kind” or even worse, what if they were, oh my God,  “abstract”?”,  “What if I could find nothing in them?”,   “What if other people would discover my ignorance?”,  “ What if…..?  ”

I was petrified……

So I reluctantly walked around the small gallery trying to find the painters’ profound purports in each of the portraits.  I found none.  I looked around at the other participants and they seem to have been pretty much “inspired” by the paintings.  Pramodini fell in love with a painting that was supposedly of a flower, which someone else claimed was jasmine – I looked at the “flower” and all I could see was stale upma.  Rhea gazed intensely into the paintings trying to find deeper meaning within the shades – I tried doing the same and surprisingly, I did manage to discover some sort of life on the painting – I moved closer to the painting but the fly flew away.   Arun peered pensively into the paintings, scribbled down something into his notebook and marched confidently to the next - my immediate thought was “Steal his notebook and run!”   But I did nothing of the same – he looked fitter than me and could easily outrun me.  Also he had muscles.

Everyone in the room seemed to have found something new by simply looking at the paintings.  Everyone except me.  I was almost “art-broken” when Kishore unwittingly came to my rescue.  Kishore pointed to one of the paintings and said it was not exactly a painting but actually a collage.   I looked at the Ganesha painting and saw that he was right.  And then it struck me!   The cupid of Inspiration (if there is such a person) had finally shot me with his inspiration- waala arrow.  



I was inspired – I could see more than upma, I could see more than flies, I could see more than before.   And with my new found “inspiration”, I looked around the gallery with renewed sight.  I still saw nothing.  

Damn.

But yet, I did manage to find another painting that was also, similarly different – this painting had real buttons pasted on the canvas such that they represented the keys of a typewriter.  The paper coming out of the typewriter’s paper roll had sketches of multiple number of people.




And then it struck me – in the midst of all those paintings that made no sense to me, the ones that stuck to my mind were the ones that stood out.  And I realized that it is the case in real life too – usually, it’s the people - God’s greatest portraits, (ah thank you! J ) - who are different that stand out in life.  And that Saturday night, my  dinner friend, who is a recruiter by profession, agreed with me that evening that it’s usually the ones who stand out in the interview, that eventually get selected.  And if you look closely at life, the men who’ve made it (and women of course) seem to have an extra “something” that sets them apart from the crowd, and it’s usually that “something” that propels them further forward.  And my recruiter friend goes on by adding that everyone has a unique “something” about themselves; we just need to take the time and effort to find what it is, hone and nurture it and slowly let that “something” drive our lives forward to wine, wealth and wisdom (and the odd woman or two…. J).

So in conclusion,  I guess that art does inspire art.  Rather in this case, I think that art inspires life.  But thinking out loud, wasn’t art inspired by life in the first place?  So it should be that life inspires art, isn’t it??  Or isn’t it that………….?

I never could get Art.



27 comments:

  1. loL. U always make me smile :D haha. Stale upma. fuck! :P

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    1. You know, when I was in college, a gal looked at me and told me "U always make me laugh" with an obvious reference to my horrendous dressing skills.. well, today, well things pretty much haven't changed but contrary to then, I kinda superike ur comment here.. gv me an ego-kick :)

      Welcome to my blog Shalini and thnx fr ur kind words..glad that u feel that way.. do drop by more often :)

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  2. talking from a pure investment point of view I agree with you... art bought at fabulous prize can never be resold unless u get a bigger fool.. and half the paintings in market are fake anyway.. so...the beauty part anyway is subjective...

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    1. Welcome to my blog Desitraveller :)

      Good perspective to the post, my friend.. actually I wudnt really be the right person for Art, either as investment or as beauty.. so I wont comment on this n display my ignorance :)

      thanks fr dropping by DT.. hope to see u more often :)

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    1. Thanks Angel.. do drop by more often :)

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  4. I remember the panic mode I was in when one of my friends came to visit me in uk and the first thing he wanted to do was visit the museums in london, I did go with him but till this date I have no idea what it was ..

    I could not understand when one of my friends in a posh locality , showed me a piece of painting which his dad bought from some million pounds.. I was like WHYYYYYYYYYYY...

    give that million to me and I could have made better modern art and any more in number for sure ..

    but hey in the end you did learn something that life inspires art, isn’t it BRAVO and KUDOS my friend :)
    Bikram's

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    1. Hahahaha.. we cud work as a team Biks.. we cud repaint Mona Lisa n other masterpieces fr a fraction of the cost.. sounds like a great business model my friend :D

      Thanks so much fr ur kind, kind words man :)

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  5. hahahaha!!! how do you come up with such gems?? *Bow down to your honesty* .... never could get Art too (but 'aah-ed' and 'umm-ed' plenty *sheepish grin here*)

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    1. Hahahaha.. Nirvana, don't we all? :)

      Thanks so much fr ur kind words Niravana.. so did ya go 4 the Ashwin Sanghi book launch? :)

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    1. to err is human, but to really, really screw up, you're at the Master's blog! :D

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  7. liked it a lot.... even i have felt the same with paintings... i thought its bcos my creative hat is not fitting good...

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    1. Forget fitting ; I took my creative hat, n tried squeezing out all the creative juices, but all i got is dandruff :(

      actually a friend of mine who went n saw the Mona Lisa at the Louvre in Paris said that its a very unremarkable piece and its all hype that makes it what it is :)

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    1. to err is human, but to really, really screw up, you're at the Master's blog! :D

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  9. oh man...u made me laugh so much after a long time :)
    but the type writing thing is well written...looks like art seriously inspired you now :)

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    1. Thanks man.. well, it inspired a post outta me :)

      but I'm still clueless bout the Mona Lisa..or the Scream... or ....

      :)

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  10. For me, art still means the painting from 'Titanic' :D

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    1. Hahaha.. for me, 'Titanic' was all about that painting :D

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  11. I like the concept of 'art-broken'. Okay.. here it is, details of the workshop pleeeeease.. (Thank you very much). Now, see, art does inspire art. How? Whenever I have done paintings, I have invariably felt tempted to accompany them with poems. Now good or bad, I don't know.. and sometimes, you see something beautiful, like a landscape and you would want to write on it, maybe a story and a poem.. like these. So, before you say you cant make head or tail of those paintings, you needn't. I feel tempted to ask, what was it that you got inspired with, exactly. I mean.. I don't see the connection - art and recruitment??? Whyyy?? Howwww??

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    1. Hey Poonam, welcome back yaar.. contact me at 'warwinrules@gmail.com' and we cud connect on the BWW workshop if u'd like.

      U hv a thing with poems, Poonam.. they're simply beautiful :)

      Ya my mind kinda works in such mysterious ways.. I connect seemingly unconnectable things.. n vice versa :)

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  12. http://www.godyears.net/2012/05/so-you-think-you-know-your-art.html

    hehe..I'm sending you a link of 5 paintings.. try to guess their worth before seeing the actual price tag :D

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    1. Hey Roshan, yup saw the paintings.. my comments stand as mentioned ;)

      thnx fr droppin by man :)

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  13. Ohhmaaaaaigawwwwd. Running to hide somewhere. When the whole world goes gaga over art (mostly pseudo orgasmic sighs), here is someone who thinks of art and fart in the same breath.

    Wow! 'Art'ful Raj, you are aka Artful Dodger (Oliver Twist).

    Joy always,
    Susan

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    1. Susan, it truly is a joy to see you around :)

      Haha, yup, as u may hv guessed, my sense if art is quite legendary :)

      :P

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  14. love this 'wtf' on Art...
    However, Art requires imagination too...

    And voila...look at your imagination- Stale upma....Wah Ranjith...

    Written well..Keep it up...Everytime I open your blog, I know there's something to smile about....

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