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Of the absent
presence...
Vrushali Dhage
looks at how Sudarshan Shetty induces a feeling of loss and absence
through his works.
At the very first
sight Sudarshan Shetty’s works seem to be embedded and engrossed in
their own spaces, brooding solitarily and detached from their
surroundings, unwilling to interact; and yet they call / demand for
their viewers gaze. What strikes evidently is a feeling of awe, created
by an overpowering spectacle. These mechanical constructs functioning
in a lyrically automated manner seem to rouse an eerie feeling. These
objects certainly do not have an other-worldly presence - be it
innocent pink valentine hearts, white milk, red blood or a large
carcass, individually recognizable, and loaded with meanings accorded
over the time. Shetty conjures these nearly incongruent elements to
build an associative logic justifying their assemblage. Further
drawing them away from their prescribed functions he redefines them
while unifying these dissimilar entities. Meaningfully they come
together and yet lose their individual meanings and collapse under the
weight of their own spectacle.
Shetty at times with
modesty and at times unsympathetically questions our understandings
and beliefs which have got structured over time. He chooses words
like Love, which are widely used, rather over-used to an
extent, leaving it bereft of any meaning. In his series of works on
Love he explores its various preconceived notions and their
mutability. A Braille typewriter ceaselessly types ‘Love is blind’;
these lines cannot be ‘read’ (but need to be felt). With this he
raises a question - how blind is love to an unsighted one? And creates
a new possibility for interpretation -- love in the
world of the blind is retinal. Moving ahead from the visual, he
takes us to a more material aspect of love. Trying to read its
significance in a consumerist society, he feels that - a Heart (a
symbol of love), has undergone transition from a serious, sensitive
and highly personal to a marketable, sellable commodity, an object of
mass production.
And then Shetty tries
to create a spectacle grounded on two notions of love – one related to
basic human emotions and the other carnal, rather mechanical; one
intense and emotional and the other, governed by the logic of passion,
of the corporal. With two outsized mechanized figures indulging in an
intimate act, coupled with a repetitive, hypnotic movement, and the
cacophony of sounds, lending it a pornographic uneasiness, Shetty
presents a (virtually) carnal power play; thereby displacing the
notion of the act from that of intimacy to that of exhibitionism.
Individually these figures don’t raise a feeling of discomfort; they
could even have an innocent toy-like presence. Shetty not only
magnifies them to grant a monumental form but also plays with their
character by distorting it, nearly erasing it and recreating a new one
devoid of innocence.
He raises a spectacle
from nearly ignorable notions, for instance, the overflowing of milk
associated with prosperity - Shetty inverts this with extreme
abundance; by letting the pristine white liquid flow over the top
relentlessly, creating a discomforting hyper-real situation. Deep red
liquid unmistakably, blood, flows, overflows, and yet there is no
tangible presence of a body to support this act of circulation,
creating a sense of loss, of absence of the human presence. Similarly
in, Party Is Elsewhere, (a work conceived for a relocated
gallery space) had two hammers which repeatedly and rudely hit and
crushed 365 precariously placed wineglasses on a large table. The sound
and the act both very loud intended to compel the people who were
absent / elsewhere to leave, rendering the act – meaningless; the human
absence itself becoming an experience, making the viewer conscious of
oneself.
These works attest the
artist’s keen desire to deviate and derivate form notions that are
largely accepted as ‘real’. And in the process he presents what one
could say a near performance, an act, which seems to captivate and yet
disenchant. Apart from the monumentality or the technical proficiency, the
repetitive movements in these works seem futile acts, an artifice, but Shetty feels that futility itself lends meaning to an act. Not
merely restricting in portraying paradoxes, Shetty explores and
exhausts all possible references which feed his works, further he
employs a process of constant - creation and erasure. Even as he plays
with existential notions he induces a feeling of absence of a void, of
emptiness, itself creating a condition for regeneration. |
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