Eclectic Expression
Grup Exhibition of Paintings and Sculptures

ABSTRACT to ABSTRACTION – ‘ion’ of an artistic journey

Born and brought up in Varanasi's countryside, Santosh Verma's childhood was spent amidst pristine nature and rustic backyards of an ancient city rich in religious myths and beliefs. As a child the mystery of light and shade fascinated his inquisitive mind. The way light plays on the elements of nature and the way shades create changing dimensions always had him awestruck. His long journey in the field of art has been inspirations from such chiaroscuro in nature and reflections on his continuously evolving consciousness translating into abstract paintings often changing in style.

Gradually his subconscious delved into the simplicity of village culture where most religious figures and myths from rich folklore and tales that he lived within his childhood. The stories and beliefs of this rustic world often expressed through visual communication translated into simple line based abstract forms. These graphic childhood impressions amalgamated with his world of light, shade and colour and his journey took a new direction. He walks on from painting abstract to abstracting from the rich holistic experiences of his childhood, consciously and unconsciously. Currently his paintings reflect the colourful and playful world of an exploring child which in totality metamorphoses into a new reality.

                                                                                                               Deb Sanjay Datta

Rewarding journey of a deep and lonely patience

Dheere Dheere Re Mana, Dheere Sub Kucch Hoye

Mali Seenche Sau Ghara, Ritu Aaye Phal Hoye

[Be slow O mind, slowly everything happens

Gardener may water garden a hundred times,

When the season comes, there is fruit.]

                                                    Kabirdas

                            [English version: James Khan]

Medieval poet Kabir has always been very close to artist Santosh Verma’s heart. He was born in 1956 in the Matigaon village near Varanasi. His father was a great devotee of Kabir. Verma has even named his son after the poet. Kabir has completely sunk in his psyche. He has also felt spiritually drawn to Kabir’s village Lahartara. The couplets of Kabir, who was born into a family of weavers, are quite simple at one level but on another level quite complex. Kabir becomes our contemporary when we set out to understand Verma’s art and his abstracts. The Kabir who can come up with a sharp commentary on a manipulative society can also convey a profound message on love through his singular couplets. For Verma the influence of Kabir is not a subject of research; he has always been in his life, on his tongue, has remained embedded deep in his art.

Verma spent the first 13 years of his life in his village. His loneliness and patience were the key aspects of this early phase. His elder brother was far too elderly – almost a father figure. While his companions enjoyed the raucous spontaneity of childhood, Verma would spend time in the garden during summer afternoons to reflect over and make sense of his loneliness. This experience has a decisive significance for Verma’s art and his characteristic abstracts. Little patches of sunlight on the ground of the dense garden led to a magical game of light and shade!

Kabir’s couplet quoted above speaks of patience. As a child Verma would shun his playmates indulging in horseplay and would sit with his fishing rod, patiently waiting for the fish to take the bait. He had only two passions – swimming and fishing with a lot of patience. One day he landed such a big fish that it was impossible for a child like him to pull it out single-handed. A passing gypsy helped him out. But whereas Verma considered his landing a big fish a great achievement, the gypsy was keen on taking it home to cook. He left the child with his mother and took away the fish. But then returned one day and handed him a little tambourine made of that fish’s skin.

It is indeed a joy to understand Verma’s mature art of today through the medium of such reminiscences. Verma’s art is entirely devoid of any western sources. Painters like Gaitonde and Ambadas were his favourites since their abstracts are firmly rooted in the Indian earth.

A couple of years ago I was wandering in the maze of giant canvases carrying contemporary American abstracts spread across many large halls of the Museum of Modern Art in New York. On the way out, near the exit, I saw a small room and suddenly noticed a medium-sized canvas of Gaitonde which was a pleasant shock. That was the Indian earth of abstract art.

I have been seeing Verma’s abstracts since their inception and have been his admirer. He has kept himself away from the promotional tricks and gimmickry of Modern Art. In his village school the team of inspectors was astonished to see his drawings on the school walls. He received his art education in Varanasi and was once left speechless on seeing, at an exhibition, an abstract in black done by Jeram Patel. This experience changed the entire course of his life. However, patience is the basic element of Verma’s art.

At the 1992 Biennale at Bharat Bhavan when eminent artists like Ghulam Rasool Santosh gave an award to Verma’s abstract watercolour, he finally seemed to have found his path. Initially he explored his unique imagination in black and white but he had an uncanny ability to play with colours as well. Ghulam Rasool Santosh was a master of colour and he inspired the young artist to struggle not with ten or twenty canvases but with hundreds of them.  

The amazing use of brown (whether light or dark) and green colours in the works in Verma’s latest exhibition particularly impressed me. One has to enter this world with patience. To put it in Kabir’s words, “The fruit of life come on its own time.”

VINOD BHARDWAJ

Art Critic

It was 1992, I had visited Bharat Bhavan for the All India Biennale. An awarded painting snatched my attention. It was an abstract but was distinctly different from what I saw around. There was a new thought process and implementation technique on the canvas. I inquired about the artist and referred his details to Mrs. Sushma Mahendra Jain, the then owner of Dhoomimal Art Centre.

Long after one fine day a slim shy young man came searching for me to my drawing room. I had not met him earlier. He introduced himself as Santosh Verma and the painting at the Bharat Bhavan flashed in my mind. So this was the young man with fresh thought behind the canvas. The long chat that ensued revealed the influences that touched his mind. He was from Varanasi, born and brought up amidst nature. I realized the fluidity in his paintings were the reflections nature that he imbibed into himself. I observed him and his paintings journey in abstraction through the years as he won many awards and accolades.

SHANTI DAVE