A couple of months ago, Aparna and I visited Dakshina Chitra on the ECR. We had no clue that there was an art exhibition of the famous artist K.Madhavan (http://sites.google.com/site/indiancalendarart/kmadhavan) that weekend. Although we had gone there with a different idea, in the end, however, we were sure that the take away out of that trip was a visual treat that the exhibition gave us.
We hadn’t heard of his name before, but once we started going through those halls abound with his paintings, we realized that we knew Madhavan. In fact every South Indian in and around our age, or older, should have seen him – may be not literally, but through his creations. Many old film posters, magazines, and novels had the imprints of the stalwart. And the link given above can ascertain our assertion.
The most striking aspect in our experience was, we were able to connect to his works so immediately. While Aparna could have got that connection easily, as she can appreciate things-of-that-kind even from a technical viewpoint, a lay man in this context, that is me, could also get a blissful thrill out of it. I consciously observed that every picture hung there made me smile!
Well, that is the greatness of a creator, of any kind, in any field of art – when he can make even the most laid minds to be able to relate to his works; like how Sri M.S.Subbulakshmi magically influenced even the most unrelated ears to Carnatic music, or like how Raja Ravi Varma attracted even the grossest to his Lord Krishna. (In my case, just like how R.K.Narayan pulled a non-reader in me to appreciate writing.)
So it doesn’t matter what art is like – Modern or Ultra modern; what writing is – creative or crooked. What is really essential is that the creation has to be good, and we should be able to identify with it.
In my opinion, the most beautiful piece of modern art (if I may call so) is the ‘sky’. It has no boundaries, no set discipline, no controlled contours, and has total freedom of expression – Yet, I am able to relate to it, and that is all that matters as I ‘lay’ myself down on the open terrace watching it with a blissful thrill.