Chronicler of a Lost World

JohyML

The imminence of loss and the immanence of hope mark the latest suite of Pratul Dash, an artist from Odisha, who has made Delhi his home and studio for the last two decades. Dash has seen Delhi changing from an expanded village to a sprawling urban megalith and in the meanwhile he has also witnessed the changes of the world during his journeys elsewhere. What remain unchanged are the memories of his own village which alsohas ironically seen the curious transformations with changing times. Amidst all these changes, which obviously do not qualify to be called revolutions, Dash sees layers that lie beneath the solidity of latest structures. These layers are suppressed but not dead and dormant; they have an unquenchable urge to express themselves, which is possible only through conjuring up a world where the innocent could spread their arms and take off in a flight of fancy. In that flight one could experience a utopia that never is, never was and never would be, but still remains covetable. Hope perhaps is a sort of undoing of today and making of tomorrow devoid of today’s baggage and dirt. In that tomorrow if at all anyone carries something that could be the bouquet of love, exaggerated beyond containment. The very sight of that itself is a celebration of life and at the other end of it one could always see a boy, the surrogate self of the artist.

In the landscapes that repeatedly appear in Dash’s works one would come across the images of flowers, plants and trees, strangely familiar and unfamiliar at once. The viewers are expected to move between this assurance of familiarity and the destabilising strangeness in an attempt to decipher the visual metaphors that the artist has carefully strewn all over the surface of his paintings. The images are painstakingly rendered in order to embody the ‘perfect’ enchantment of the ‘place/s’, as if they were seen through a magnifying glass. The bouquets, flowers, animals, human beings etc are too vivid to be ignored. Where is this place and what does it mean, one would tend to ask. This magical land is the last piece of hope that the artist carries in him mind and heart; this is one place where everyone should go for redeeming oneself from the sin of everyday life. Viewing these works, according to the artist, should cleanse one spiritually as he expects the sudden confrontation with purity and innocence could do nothing but effect that ‘stainless’ feeling. These landscapes are the hidden layers that the artist unearths through his visual excavations. Dash is an artist who in his previous video works had explored and excavated the garbage dumps and wastelands in and around the city of Delhi. But in the latest body of works, Dash leaves such immediacy of places and spaces behind and explores the innards of an apparent world, which is possible only through digging into dreams.

The magic child that one sees in Dash’s works, as I mentioned elsewhere is the artist’s surrogate self on the one hand and on the other hand he is a child who lives in everybody but is confined within the limits of ‘growth and maturity’. Once freed from the fetters of life, he would just go out into that land and find his natural mates there. Odisha is a magical land to those people who are able to see the mythical substrata of the place and also the kind of art and craft flourish there. Rich in flora and fauna of the sylvan hills and valleys, Odisha has a different existence in the contemporary world though that existence has been challenged by the mindless expansionism of the governing bodies. This romantic as well as mythical existence of the place could be discerned and described only by those sensitive souls that use poetry and painting as their mediums of expression. Dash has found out that land that lies beyond the dump bins, beyond sewage holes and across a polluted river. Hence, he does not find the need to hang around the garbage heaps and grovel for urban metaphors. In a sense, Dash makes a nostalgic homecoming, which in fact is also a socio-cultural and political statement that an artist could make subtly to underline the point of eco-friendly living habits.

The artist feels at times intensely lonely and a sense of cannibalisation comes to engulf his own self. Dash had found an interesting symbol even a decade ago in order to represent this weird feeling of self consuming. This is a self image seen from a lower angle so that the upturned face could be seen in a monumental and iconic fashion and the open mouth is about to swallow the space before it/him. This image brings the image of Lord Krishna opening his mouth to reveal the whole universe and also the way he is opening his mouth to eat away all the wild fires. That is a supernatural act pushing the physical existence into the zone of the divine. One of the present works also has the same image but articulated in a different way. Titled ‘Sometimes I Eat Myself’, the same upturned face seen from the lower angle is seen eating a series of wooden human model which is used in the artists’ studios for understanding the movements of the human body. This in turn looks like a spine or a series of creatures that run into the mouth of the artist. However, the artist here hints at his own transformation into a wooden model and the way he consumes it, which is quite Kafkaesque. There is some sort of desperation in this self consuming life and also it is a sort of omniscience and omnipotence of the artistic self as the sole negotiator of his/her world.

Dash employs an interesting visual symbolism so that he could hoodwink the real feelings/views that he has towards the world. Often children take a great pleasure in viewing the world from behind a mask or a veil with holes. One of the childhood pranks involve hiding under a blanket and looking at the surroundings while imagining oneself as a different creature that happened to sneak into the world of the humans. Dash’s protagonists, often his surrogate self as a boy, hide behind strange masks and look at the world. He too carries a huge bouquet or a creeper full of flowers but he stands like an ethereal creature with a mask over his face. For the viewer he is an innocent boy with a mask; but at the same time, the viewer does not know who could be behind the mask and what could be the expression of the boy, and if there is a face at all! However, for the boy himself, the world dissolves into something else in his imagination and he could enact a drama in which he would change the course of everything before him. His mask becomes a mask worn by the great tragedy kings of the ancient Greek dramas. The loudly expressed feeling of tragedy is a constant appearance on the face of the boy which starts reflecting on the faces of all who look at him. Or it could be the other way round where the boy’s face is just blank like a mirror and it simply reflects the tragedy of the onlookers.

Though there is a sense of tragedy lingering throughout the works of Dash, there are images of hope and happiness all over as each time the boy appears, at the backdrop one could see a jumping deer and the sky is lit up with wonderful fireworks. There is a festival going on even in the darkest of times. Also the child in him sees all the hopes fluttering around him as butterflies. He stretches out his hands to embrace them all but without hurting them even a bit. When it comes to his watercolors Dash’s palette changes drastically. The grimness that looms large over the large canvases gives way to some sort of somber sanguinity. Amidst the strokes of red and green, one could see partly grown up men standing with their brass bugles. It is either a music piece in progress or it is a moment before the commencement of it. It could also be a time after the completion of a piece. But at the same time it could be a moment of inability of making a piece of music by all of us. We live in a world where the musical notations are turned into an arithmetic of daily lives. The music has been drained off from our lives. Dash, at the same time underlines the need for domesticity and love in a series of mixed media works where he paints familial scenes on the table crochets. The redness predominant in them speaks of the warmth and passion existing in relationships, which the artist considers as his offerings. Pratul Dash chronicles the desperations of our times but at the same time he shows us how we could overcome it by trusting in our own goodness and regaining those lost worlds of innocence and trust.