“For some art practice is still priesthood not just confessional orgy…Cutting edge artists today reason out proposition for locating the subversion of art practice in the interstices of urban spaces and beyond. Intellectual matters are no longer an ivory tower affair, but belong to the world of media, and shopping malls, bedrooms and brothels-they rejoin everyday life seamlessly.”
– Nanak Ganguly
SIPMA juried 2014 @ Harold Lemmerman Gallery, NJ
SIPMA juried 2015 @ Goggleworks, PA
SIPMA show at SVA Gramercy Gallery, NYC – 2013
Faces mark milestones on the map of human history. Some are reminders of individual contributions, while others bring into perspective the time period to which they belong. Recalling Warhol, “My idea of a good picture is one that’s in focus and of a famous person.”! While telling my own story, I pick Mona Lisa as she is known to the audience presenting experiences of the multitude with a portion of familiarity. While the deconstruction of Mona Lisa leads to an inevitable degree of democratization of the icon, it also allows the faceless audience and their personal encounters a platform to validate emotions generated in a world in a constant state of flux.
Historically, a movement is recognized by symptoms such as bloodshed and change. To detect a movement in a world in a state of flux is a challenge and a half. To detect a sign and pin your faith on it is tricky in a world wizened to the manipulation of media, jaded with the glossiness of consumerism and confused by the fuzzy demarcation of mainstream and alternative. Commoditization once fresh with Warhol’s soup cans now look contrived with dotted tentacles adorning Louis Vitton showcases in most major malls. Dotted shoes and handbags inspired by works of Kusama would tantamount to taxidermy of art. “Art is local” were the fervent words of an artist at a coffee shop in Khan Market, Delhi, “I wish…” was all I thought as I recalled the dotted tentacles wrapping an entire showroom building on Fifth Avenue, NYC, far from its roots in Japan. Patriotism too has undergone some metamorphosis in recent times. In the past, mostly experienced as a byproduct of war, today in a world of mixed allegiances and fuzzy boundaries, it is for the most part a washed out emotion. Reaching back into my roots far from the tidal wave of despondence I recall the tradition of immersion of clay deity in the river after being worshipped, enacting a process of relinquishing old habits and attachments with anticipation of a renewal.