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The arts, in past tense
While Kutch's silver-work, woodcraft and embroidery are renowned,
its painting and architecture are little appreciated. ZERIN
ANKLESARIA looks at a publication that meant to celebrate the
region's arts, is now a sad memorial to a vibrant heritage lost
for ever.
FROM very ancient times, Kutch has been seen as "a place apart",
unique in landscape and topography. Likened in shape to a
tortoise (kachhapa) from which perhaps it gets its name, it is
described poetically, but inaccurately, in the Mahabharata, as a
"cardamom-like island". Cut off from the subcontinent by
forbidding wastes of swamp and desert but blessed with an
extended coastline, its secular art owes more to the West than to
Indian influences. While its silver-work, woodcrafts and
embroidery are known the world over, the painting and
architecture are little appreciated. With the publication of this
book, the Editor hopes to fill the lacuna.
The earliest temples, aptly described as "symphonies in stone" in
the opening chapter, were built in the Maha-Gurjara style in
recessed tiers, with richly carved and honey-combed exteriors and
slim rounded turrets. Those dedicated to Shiva and the Sun are
fine examples dating back to the 9th and 10th Centuries.
Two mosques and a shrine at Bhadreshwar are the oldest Islamic
buildings in India, preceding the Qutb Minar by 34 years. In a
scholarly essay, M. Shokoohy shows how these structures, unlike
the Persianate ones at Delhi, are stylistically linked to Syria
and North Africa, and are proto-typical of early Muslim
settlements along the western coast, particularly in Kerala.
Built by peaceful Arab traders, they are not emblems of conquest
like their Northern counterparts, and owe far more to vernacular
traditions. This line of inquiry, conspicuously missing in Bianca
Alfieri's recent study titled Islamic Architecture of the Indian
Subcontinent, is particularly welcome here.
The palaces of Bhuj are the main repositories of the curiously
hybrid Kutchi tradition. The Aina Mahal was built circa 1750 by
the multitalented ruler Lakhpatji, poet and critic, renowned as
much for his bravery in battle as for his performances of
classical music. His master craftsman Ramsingh was equally
versatile. A humble tribal who went to sea, he was ship-wrecked
and rescued by a Dutch vessel, and lived in Holland for 18 years.
There he learnt clock-making, stone-carving, tile production,
enamelling and much more. Glass blowing and mirror-work were his
special skills, and his patron acquired a passion for them,
filling the palace with Venetian style chandeliers, glass
paintings of Chinese inspiration, and mirrors everywhere ranging
from full-length to tiny half-inch circlets. The effect was one
of overpowering opulence, a deliberate display of wealth meant to
cow the unruly Jadeja nobles into subservience.
The interiors of the palace were crammed with "Europeanerie", a
craze among the nabobs and princelings of the time. One can still
see the ceiling, doors and pillars of the royal bedchamber
covered with mirror-work and gilt wood-carving, and the huge bed
with legs of gold surrounded by no less than 27 outsize mirrors
in Baroque-style gilt frames. To our attenuated taste this seems
excessive, but it is nothing compared to the famous collection of
the Nawab of Qudh who owned the world's largest mirrors, 12 by 6
feet, custom-made in London, each costing œ8,000 (Rs. 5,60,000).
Pictures in the European mode were highly regarded, and the Aina
Mahal had a curious hotch potch including Hogarth's The Rake's
Progress and a portrait of Catherine the Great cheek by jowl with
those of Kutchi worthies. An Englishwoman who visited the palace
in 1830 remarked on the "motley and incongruous melange of
ornament" in a single room, where, among jelly glasses and old
vases, she found half a dozen musical clocks, all playing at
once, by the light of large candles burning at mid-day.
Prag Mahal was built a century later by H. St. Clair Wilkins,
architect of some of Mumbai's public buildings, in the Italian
Gothic mode. Its outstanding features are the bell tower soaring
to a commanding height of 150 feet, and arcaded corridors
featuring pointed arches and slender columns with richly carved
capitals. The basic material was brick-red local stone,
alternating with the jet black, yellow-brown and varicoloured
marble for which Kutch is famous. Costing well over Rs. 20 lakh,
it was considered one of the finest mansions of western India.
Painting as an art was unknown here until Lakhpatji introduced
it, evidently to enhance the mystique of kingship. In a series of
formal portraits, darbar scenes and professionals the ruler
appears, aloof and dignified, surrounded by his subjects in
stiff, ordered ranks. A striking example in this genre can be
seen in Aina Mahal, now the State Museum. In a 15 metre long
scroll painting the Maharao of the day rides a decorated
elephant, preceded by drummers, a standard bearer and foot
soldiers coming, as their clothing indicates, from a variety of
ethnic backgrounds. Here is a colourful tour de force which
serves as a unique historical resource of the period.
Landscape painting came in with the craze for European prints,
from which native artists learnt the use of receding planes and
linear perspective. The strangeness of the Great Rann, with its
dry surfaces and windswept vistas, its clear air and rolling
sand-hills, is captured with genuine feeling in pale earth
colours and shades of grey-blue. A charming instance shows a tiny
encampment beside a pool of water, dwarfed by the immensity of
the plain surrounding it. A few trees grow at the edge of the
pool, and bushes are dotted sparsely about, while a winding path
takes the viewer's eye in a wide arc to the bare, undulating
peaks in the far distance.
The cross-cultural nature of the Kutchi heritage is more evident
in the crafts than in the formal art. The world-renowned
silverware began as a clone of its Dutch counterpart, with
decorative motifs of trailing vines and bunches of grapes. Later,
under Portuguese influence, animals - domestic, wild or mythical
- appeared amid the foliage; and lacy floral patterns were copied
from Mughal tracery windows.
The woodcraft is equally eclectic. In an erudite essay Jyotindra
Jain shows that, though the upper castes prefer the Gujarat
style, the nomadic carpenters who roam freely over the Thar
desert into Sindh and Rajasthan have evolved a native idiom with
strong Central Asian overtones. Carved wooden chests in the form
of single-storey houses, complete with "arche", "columns" and
"balustrades", are found throughout the region and as far afield
as Swat and Afghanistan; and the decoration is floral or
geometric and without cultic significance.
As this review comes to an end the earthquake has hit the
headlines. Of the tragedies without number that have overtaken
hapless Kutch, the fate of Dhamadka, home of Ajrakh block-
printing since medieval times, is particularly poignant. Amid the
devastation only one house stands, and the surviving printers,
their families decimated and their lives shattered, wonder when,
if ever, they will revive their ancient craft.
With the hardy resilience of those habituated to catastrophe the
other artisans will eventually return to their traditional
skills, but what of the art and architecture? The beautiful Maha-
Gurjara Shiva temple that has defied the ravages of time for a
thousand years is now a heap of stones, and the historic Bhuj has
crumbled. The Prag Mahal, built to resist earthquakes, stands
tall amid the wreckage, but the Ranjit Vilas palace, home of the
scion of the erstwhile ruling family, has collapsed and, at the
age of 64, this descendant of Lord Krishna must depend on charity
for his immediate needs. The Aina Mahal too is in a shambles, its
priceless paintings, its idiosyncratic glass collection, its
superb textile exhibits ground into the unforgiving earth. And
this book which was meant to celebrate the arts of Kutch is now a
sad memorial, as much to nature's cruel caprices as to part of a
vibrant heritage lost for ever.
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