- This is an interesting space to talk about one of my indulgences, my favorite genre in literature —
nonsense. This fascinates me a lot! It's also called the tenth rasa, which includes works of Kabir, stories of Tenali Ramalingam, Sukumar Ray, Rabindranath Tagore, nursery and folk rhymes in various languages, folk drama and stories, lullabies, books like Alice in Wonderland
etc. When I encountered a moment in life when nothing made sense and I was desperately looking for an escape to be able to merely laugh, these stories came handy. They made me understand that we are way too serious in life, that it's ok to just be, and as an artist, create a visual language that touches the humour of everyday life. Skill is only a part of art making, which may not be in how hyper realistically you can draw but how deeply you can draw.
Acquiring skills was never my forte anyway. When I joined College of Art, my whole focus was to enhance the way I feel something, and bring that in my work. I used to dislike the academic way of thinking about art, which makes us very conscious of what we create. It limits the possibilities of making a mistake, to ‘"fail" at what was being attempted. It suffocated me. I kept that rigor going, making works with whatever came handy, however I could portray it. I was always serious about the passion I had for art making, but never about the way it should be made. Which helped me work freely, and explore various mediums like performance, photography, writing and many other forms of art.
I feel this helps us to see art as a humanizing process, rather than delivering something demanded, and as I said earlier also, it's a way to go on for me.
Growing is also part of the same process. It became part of my work, when I felt an extreme need to be part of a growing process. I wanted to grow things around to feel I too was growing with them, as I was told I cannot, I don't have that touch. It remained stuck deep down in me, breaking me completely. It was a way to heal as well, if you want to call it catharsis but not just limited to that, it was a sharing with the world around me as well.
In the process of growing things on my canvas and various surfaces, I realized what I grow is also bound to die at a certain point, so why do I feel this lack? That's when I understood, it is when we grow, or just be witness to life, we are still creating something, we are still making something. Growing is actually a part of that effort where we are deeply engaged in "making."