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MY ART
Beneath layers and layers of age old seriousness, there always present, is a jumping jack boy overshadowed and pressed but reflecting innocent joy and bliss. For my sensibility and reflection I attach myself with that naughty mischievous boy in me. That childhood memory of rains, cloud filled sky-some time beating a fast rhythm torrentially on roof tops, gleam of rainbow, lusty peacock dance and paper boat floating tune me again and again and reflect on canvas. Water logged village of mine ‘Mathgovind’ [ District- Faizabad] looked like an island those days. The childhood memory of misty winter nights was nastily biting specially while watering the wheat crop in village, marriage and other festivities and their detailed sacramental preparations create a tingling tone in my colours. The childhood plays of Sher Dandiya, Aais-Pais [chhupa-chhupi], kite flying, paper Firkee [Paper wheel], paper plane swirling and mischief of fruits stealing in other’s garden, this all create redemption of the boy in me and village life spent back. It gives me immense inspiration and colour dictum which I expand and express through my strokes, lines and soft tonal gradations. That hope, joy, celebration and bright coloured emotions relate me to my village. The creative process is an impulsive act and this impulse is interwoven with multy threaded realization received through positive experiencing. Presently geometrical forms find a main blush in my creations. In the grand mother’s tales the sun and moon always were the characters, they come in many diverse shapes in my creations. That orange colours spread on the horizon of sunrise and sets, dim dark flash of clouds, rainbow, potentially hope filled paper boats, joy stitched paper rowels are vibrant in my brush strokes. Ya! reliving is done to me through my son Amal. His playing with alphabet blocks. Planes and toys create retrospection. Merrily my mind muse. Often the mystery of life its interwoven threads create a puzzling sensation and often create the very length of life that is full of sweet and sour. The upward-downward triangles point to that which is ultimate, unrelated yet related and the soul of souls. Lush and oozing patches of bushes were the abode of my childhood, so blue and green are my lead colours. The experimental self in an artist is iconoclast that breaks the barriers such as forms surpass their identifying limits and create the abstraction. This abstraction is substantial and moved by the urge of lucid expression- the expression of experienced. During my study of Art (BFA & MFA) at Banaras I came intimately close to the great musicians and artists where couplets and songs of Kabira, the Tantrik and devotional fragrance of many-many hermits (Sadhkas) were blessed in the air. This reflects itself in my colour scheme of browns, yellows and reds. The positivism is akin to negativism as love is akin to hate. So I have painted some of my canvases half in black and half in colourful renderings. The coarseness of natural forms enacts itself as texture in my works. They are not refined and finished so they portray life. The bold brush strokes that can be seen separately, bear a special trait often these look like texture. Tonal gradation creates a poetic effect and among many straight lines a curved dancing line creates music. I prefer joyfully to paint the bliss, celebration, hope, vigour and festivity of life thats why I use bright colours. I paint irrepressible motion that never stops (turns) back because time never turns. I want to paint life, vitality and fullness (material and spiritual) I don’t think art as a medium to express disorderly depression. I am fully in communion with the great soul J. Krishnamurti as he says -“Art is to put every thing in its right place”. I paint and want to paint that right placing of life – life the eternal. Awadhesh Misra |