“Manav Gupta’s art, facing both forwards and inwards, is a contemplation of spiritual and the natural communion. And so, his images act as a vehicle of a visionary world that is itself the instrument of self-transcendence. His disposition is towards invoking the inner world of the soul as the stage of divine imminence. He puts the medium to fresh creative tasks. Technically, as far as color and light goes, he is highly professional. Moreover, he has a precise understanding of color as the language with which nature tries to communicate meanings and values. For him color is a function of sight – implying a sun-like quality in the eye. Here then is a silent discourse on the music of colors.“
Keshav Malik | Art Critic and Scholar
Critique – Excerpt from Essay on Manav Gupta
‘I started dreaming about rainforests early, when I was a child. I was a loner ever since my early childhood. When other children played, I used to rush to the trees in the National Library campus. I saw great poetry and lyricism in the roots, tree trunks and the barks of trees all around me. Sculpted forms of twisted branches that embraced the great banyan tree, triggered my imagination. I sat for hours beside it and sketched.
The othere favourite place to go to was my Guru’s abode. He used to talk about the forests of Bastar, and I used to sit and listen to the stories of his travels in rapt attention for hours, mesmerized. And somehow the rainforests took over my imagination.
Each time I passed through the dark ventricles of pain in early life, I sought my paint brushes and paper and rushed amidst the trees to paint. And immediately I was filled with hope. The kind that shimmering rays of the sun or a full moon bring. As they find their way deep inside the labyrinthine tresses of the rainforest, playing hide and seek with its foliage. And there was joy, as I put brush to palette and colour to paper. I keep seeking that Light in my canvases. Creating, recreating the universe of colour that would release it from itself, and it will emanate as a glow or a streak or stream of sunshine or moonlight as the glimmer of hope. That Light – within.’
– Manav Gupta
The grammar, he learnt from The Academy of Fine Arts, under Masters like Rathin Maitra. The soul of art, came from his guru Vasant Pandit, the unsung Master. ‘He taught me to dream, ever so gently, of forests far away…where the sky remained elusive.’ That’s when Gupta used to imagine rivers and rainforests – the very essence of his art that was to become his creative juice for many years to come
“Marked for its philosophical leaning towards the cosmic matrix, the artist plays with color to build a texture and create well composed imagery. The palette in terms of its choice, mixing and rendering is built progressively to achieve a refined harmony and tonal quality that emanates a subtle light that heightens the visual appeal. Exploring nuances of light and color in delicate strokes, his nature inspired paintings create a poetic nuance and serenity around his creations.”
Sushma Bahl | Art Critic
Critique – Essay on Manav Gupta
Artist’s Statement:
“As I scrape the bottom of the soul for some ingredients the only way I can explain to myself, about what it all is, is to believe that in some past life (if there is one) I belonged to the rainforests. The mantra there, for survival, is to submit to the natural forces, bow before it, respect its ways, learn and grow. You cannot defy it or go against it. In the rainforests there are labyrinthine darknesses weaving around you but there is always light in streaks, in a glow, in a stream, sunlight…. all of which brings HOPE. You don’t bathe in it all the time but it seeks you out. Man is but a speck . The human race, still a speck, in this mighty Universe rich with millions of secrets. The rainforests teach you this. When I paint or sculpt, all this translates on my canvas. I – the medium. Hence, the lyrics of light, apostrophe of white, perception – sight, insight; Rainforests and the romance of colors, Earth. Water, Clay and the Universe. Then – this world loses its meanings. The larger one takes over and I create.” – Manav Gupta
(Just after his first solo in the spring of 1996, he wrote his artist’s statement. Light for him, became ’hope’ and the colours – the all-encompassing landscape of earth. He revisits his artist statement every year as an annual ritual to fine-comb its core, and it has stayed with him for all of these thirty years.)
Select Series & Exhibitions
Rainforests & the Circle of Life
‘Non Limiting Horizons’
Manav Gupta
60 x 36 Inches
Acrylic on canvas
Sold at Bonham’s (Charity) Auction, London
Asia House
11th June, 2007
Lot No 75
Catalogue page 120-121:
Manav Gupta, captures the lyrical quality of light and colour in nature with equal ease in a variety of media. He is the recipient of the inaugural Sanatan Puraskar for Fine Arts 2006. He was commissioned by the President APJ Abdul Kalam for interpreting his poems in paintings, now a book “The Life Tree” published by Penguin. Nominated on the Expert Committee for the National Republic Day celebrations he was commissioned by the Government of India to make a series of short films on the environment. His work is included in the permanent collections of the Chitrakala Parishad, Bangalore, the Birla Academy of Fine Arts, Kolkata; the Parliament, Rashtrapati Bhawan, New Delhi and the Victoria Jones Gallery, London besides several private collections across the globe. He has had numerous solo shows. Gupta paints and lives out of Delhi.
“Thus, and in sum, here is evidence of a self-spiritualizing imagination, and wherein the painter is trying to integrate such wholes of experience as bring about our union with the essential reality. Through his external senses the painter is able to perceive the visible world. Through his internal senses he tries to perceive the microcosm, including the twin level of body and soul. The painter has a message to deliver to his ordinary self—a message concerning our deepest being. It means an awakening to a more elevated plane of living. Finally, his paintings symbolise an epiphany of the universe continually opening up from sacred source, the centre of the birth of life. An epiphany of which it is both an expression and symbol”
– Keshav Malik
“The chirping of birds
keeps up
its intimate conversations
with me.
They hardly are loud,
just poetic,
silent, eloquent.
They come and perch quietly
in pristine moments of truth
as dawn descends,
dusk elopes,
or when
the lazy listless afternoon
sleeps.
Never forcing themselves,
they just happen
as punctuations
on twigs,
on rocks,
on grass,
bringing their far away stories
wrapped in mystery and mystique,
in intimate whispers
that linger
as gentle persuasions.”
– manav gupta
The umbilical cords of earth are a series where Manav explores man’s relationship with nature. He goes on to create multi-layered engagements of visual matrix that lure the viewer to think in a nonlinear manner while interpreting the visual dimensions of colour and form mating on the canvas. Starting with layers of abstract flow of colours to build an intricate pattern of colour palette that represents the five elements of nature, he builds several episodes of intricate diaphanous web of mystique and light interacting with each other. Upon this layer of abstraction he punctuates figures as organic breathing pulsating energy that gives and takes nourishment from nature. And rising rows of humans translate the seven energy chakras that form the basic human energy composition as referenced in different ancient texts. The rising diminishing rows of human activity across the abstract landscape become idioms of rising consciousness of energy. This development of a fine amalgamation of the figuration and abstraction that blend into each other create a new vocabulary as the signature style of the artist.
One of his earliest explorations of themes, this is a signature series of the artist where he challenges the viewer to break a preconceived visual expectation and engage with man and nature’s nurturing biorhythms of energy. It was born from the artist’s experiences of his late childhood where on returning from his school, he often rushed to the trees, and spent hours sketching them and felt deeply nourished in their company. The pain as a single parent child, and the rigours of supporting his mother for making ends meet for the needs of the family, were often healed by the foliage in the rich sylvan spread of the National Library campus, where he stayed. It was this rejuvenating bonding with the elements of earth that germinated as his expression of Umbilical Cords of Earth, Air, Water, Fire, Space.
Victoria Ross | Muscat, Oman
Essay Excerpt
Solo Exhibition, Omani Fine Arts Society | 2007
‘Umbilical Cords of Earth, Water, Clay’
Manav Gupta
60 x 48 inches
Acrylic on Canvas
Sold at Christies, London.
Charity Sale & Exhibition for Pratham, UK
6th September, 2010
Catalogue, Page 33:
As a critic wrote of Manav Gupta: All that he does comes from deep within. There’s nothing cosmetic about what he feels or what he does.” Truly. For, Manav’s quality isn’t just about a genius. It’s about how he feels and the shades of blue he seeks in the sky through his eyes. It’s about the grit and struggle of a man from humble circumstances. It’s about a man who hasn’t grown up breathing tinned air. It’s as easy as the flow of a deep river that meanders through a landscape and runs off to an unknown destination where it meets the horizon.
Manav Gupta’s art, facing both forwards and inwards, is a contemplation of spiritual and the natural communion. And so, his images act as a vehicle of a visionary world that is itself the instrument of self-transcendence. His disposition is towards invoking the inner world of the soul as the stage of divine imminence. His work has undergone much development. The maturation is palpable.
Working in a wide range of installations, watercolors, acrylics, oils, sculptures and multi media, he puts the medium to fresh creative tasks. Technically, as far as color and light goes, he is highly professional. Moreover he has a precise understanding of color as the language with which nature tries to communicate meanings and values. For him color is a function of sight- implying a sun- like quality in the eye.
Here then is a silent discourse on the music of colors. In this way, visually he works out notes and scales to produce melody and harmony. One can follow Manav’s development from color harmonies of great refinement even in his earlier work- on to a progressive liberation of light from the object, or perhaps the resolution of the object into light. The artist has come to understand light as that from which the objects we see are made.
Informed by profound intuition, Manav’s pictorial language emerges from and surmounts the creative process to exist objectively. It is then that the instrument of a level experience that is communicable in terms that relate to the knowledge and wisdom of the inwardly attained. The artist’s technical know how, as a colorist, is not deployed for its own sake, but because his technique has its own meditative content.
Thus, and in sum, here is evidence of a self-spiritualizing imagination, and wherein the painter is trying to integrate such wholes of experience as bring about our union with the essential reality. Through his external senses the painter is able to perceive the visible world. Through his internal senses he tries to perceive the microcosm, including the twin level of body and soul. The painter has a message to deliver to his ordinary self—a message concerning our deepest being. It means an awakening to a more elevated plane of living. Finally, his paintings symbolise an epiphany of the universe continually opening up from sacred source, the centre of the birth of life. An epiphany of which it is both an expression and symbol
A child grew up in a horticultural garden in the heart of Calcutta. There, in the enchanted world of plants and flowers, the small child would run and play – and paint.
That child is now one of India’s top contemporary artists. There is a web-like, diaphanous quality to Manav Gupta’s watercolors; ephemeral shapes are caught in shafts of colored light. A bird perches momentarily on an invisible branch. It does not seem like the bird will flyaway; but it could disintegrate into the forms from which it was made; or slip into spaces between colors. I am lost in a crowd of people who have come to the exhibition on opening night and I am not taking notes; but I am listening to what is said.
Manav does not give maddening answers like the painting is what the viewer sees in it. Instead he is eager to share his vision, to enfold those who come, in the coordinates of his dreams. He rides along on words, images and music, taking the unspoken language of his paintings into films and performances This artist sees painting in a cascading vortex of rhythm, voice and dance. By painting to the cadence of poetry, the motion of dance and the exhilaration of music, Manav feels that he can encompass the scent, the spirit of the performing arts in image, on canvas … that this is a step toward a more universal and multidimensional concept of painting in our strange, modern world of colliding sensory stimulation. Who is this man who would, if he could, hold the whole world in his hands? I will not answer in the enviable superlatives of the critical press to date; or dwell on his creative empathy with the former President of India as· expressed in their illustrated volume of poetry, Life Tree; or overly remind you that he has sold at Christies… Instead I will go back to the garden.
One day, young Manav had to leave the garden to help his mother raise his little sister through difficult times. It was only when his sister was safely married that Manav could devote himself to his art – which he did heart and soul, like a lover finally re-united with the long-time object of his desire. Manav Gupta has the passion and drive of the once-thwarted visionary; he holds close the undaunted dream of the garden of innocence he left too soon, the Lost Paradise which he recreates every day with his paint brush.
“From probing the first principles of nature and thought, Manav’s art is about nature’s pre-eminence and earth’s universal truths. “Man’s existence, needs to align with the larger cosmic matrix,” says Manav. The physical interface of global warming, Man’s interference with earth’s natural ecosystems, disregard to environment consciousness by Man has all impacted the artist deeply over the years.
What is enticing is that he dips his brush deep into his intrinsic romanticism, puts it in context through his deep rooted faith and psyche of Indian spirituality and translates it all on his canvas in the language that’s metaphysical. Recently, in the artist’s creative journey, the influence of the present socio-cultural metamorphosis, where moral fabrics are eroding at the altar of manipulative social matrices and blatant consumerist environment is adding new dimensions to his art. It seems the protagonists of his canvas seek to break away from the shackles of this web towards “light” that is “hope”.
His watercolours sold out last year and he spoke about the process of his sensibility that awakens the nature lover in us. “As I scrape the bottom of the soul for some ingredients the only way I can explain to myself, about what it all is, is to believe that in some past life (if there is one), I belonged to the rainforests. The mantra there, for survival, is to submit to the natural forces, bow before it, respect its ways, learn and grow. You cannot defy it or go against it. In the rainforests there are labyrinthine darknesses weaving around you but there is always light in streaks, in a glow, in a stream, sunlight…all of which brings hope. You don’t bathe in it all the time but it seeks you out. Man is but a speck. The human race, still a speck, in this mighty universe rich with millions of secrets. The rainforests teach you this,” he states.
Is painting then a transcendental experience? Far away from the madding crowds of monetary markets? “When I paint, what transcend on the canvas are the hope and the power of the eternal truths of nature’s emblematic symbols,” he says. Adding, “Light, for me is — Hope and Colour — the Universe in which it exists.” This is when, for him, this world loses its meanings. The larger one takes over and he paints.”
Pictured above: Manav Gupta painting on a Canvas.
Location: Amherst College – Campus Guest House.
Amherst, Massachusetts, USA
He is not what you traditionally know as an artist. An alumnus of Presidency College, Kolkata, Manav picked up the paint brush as a child in the serene, sylvan surroundings of National Library, Kolkata. In that sense, therefore, this young artist lived and grew up in the lap of heritage.
He always had a restless heart, one which died to try out things. And he would… Even as he made this journey, the canvas was never far away and the brush strokes matured. He studied painting under Shri Vasant Pandit, an unsung master. Manav often recalls how mesmerized he’d be as his guru would talk to him for hours. Manav’s parents took him to the master when he was a toddler, barely two years of age. Even at that tender age, the Master created an indelible impression on him. And from that day, till the time Manav left the city of his birth for Delhi, the Guru and his shishya vibed. They talked endlessly and painted together. It was as if two souls were tied in one string….
Today, Manav has grown manifold. His art has taken him to the zenith. He’s a name the world recognizes. All this because he’s spontaneous. His art comes from within. It has nothing to do with formal training. “My art is what I am. What I perceive. And what I look forward to. My art is my heart beat.” There have been critics who’ve praised him for his technique. But more often than not, what he has created has been the result of a storm within. His brush strokes have followed the dimensions of those restless stirrings.
He is as close to nature as possible. All that he does comes from deep within. There’s nothing cosmetic about what he feels or what he does.” Truly. For, Manav’s quality isn’t just about a genius. It’s about how he feels and the shades of blue he seeks in the sky through his eyes. It’s about the grit and struggle of a man from humble circumstances. It’s about a man who hasn’t grown up breathing tinned air. It’s as easy as the flow of a deep river that meanders through a landscape and runs off to an unknown destination where it meets the horizon. Manav is a product of nature. Hence, his love for the trees. Manav is about perception. Hence, his fetish for eyes. Manav is Manav. Unique as ever.
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