Month: December 2010

Tyeb Mehta’s grandson: A brush with fame


For a 27-year-old, Ali Akbar Mehta, grandson of Tyeb Mehta, is remarkably sorted on matters of art. His show, “Displaced in Time and Space”, recently opened at the Triveni Kala Sangam in New Delhi as part of “Three New Voices: Dimensions in Time and Space”. The other two artists, whose works are on display at Triveni till December 20, are: Shally Mahajan, who gives expression to the “innermost impulses” that define her experiences as an artist in a series in mixed media, and Raj More, who draws on the ancient and modern facets of a metropolis like Delhi.

We met at the opening of the show on December 3 which saw many of senior Mehta’s friends and fellow artists trickling in, getting mightily impressed by junior Mehta’s strokes, losing themselves in his nude, muscular figures that, though inhabiting a different time and space, told a story of the familiar universal human quest, and condition. Mehta had to frequently excuse himself from our conversation as it was interrupted by an army of admirers — from celebrated artists, gallery owners, art historians to curators and random onlookers — who wanted to have an audience with the man who had mounted the three “infernos” (oil and acrylic on canvas) at the Art Heritage. His mother, Fatima Mehta, sat in a corner of the small room, occasionally waving at, rising to welcome, familiar faces. His younger brother, Raza Husain Mehta, received guests with a smile even as he went clicking around.

Despite the interruptions, however, we had a satisfying chat that gave me a peek, if not quite an insight, into his world, his works. And what a fascinating peek it was!
For a 27-year-old, Mehta is remarkably calm and composed. The restlessness of his spirit as an artist, mirrored in many of his works, didn’t find reflection in our conversation. He spoke softly and unaffectedly, not in the least bit giving off airs of an artist who has, by all accounts, arrived.
When we met, dusk had settled in. We sat on the amphitheatre stairs overlooking the Triveni Tea Terrace with its hustle of arty types catching up over a cuppa, facing Triveni’s characteristic beautiful stone lattices.
The three paintings on display, Mehta said, were part of a series on themes of violence and identity that explore our concept of hero. This exploration is a part of Mehta’s continuous preoccupation. “It is an exploration of the different facets of violence around us. It is an on-going process,” Mehta said.
That process might have something to do with the kind of sensibility he inherits. Grandson of a best-known painter whose works fetch crores, and son of filmmaker Ketan Mehta, while the young artist’s lineage evokes awe, it also puts a lot of “pressure” on him to deliver. “You are expected to do better each time you do something,” he said.

There is pressure, but Mehta doesn’t let that affect him. Though there might be some similarities in approach, attitude or ideology with his celebrated grandfather, Mehta’s experiences, exposures and interests have been different. He said he was continuously trying to arrive at a stage where he could see things independently, have his “own worldview”.
While he was struck by the grandeur, the mythic scale and the opulence of his grandfather’s works, Mehta said the kind of works Tyeb Mehta and his contemporaries, like F.N. Souza or S.H. Raza, came out with were products of “their age, their times”.
He said: “I want to break out from and go beyond the definitions that have been created.”
The artists of his grandfather’s generation painted to find answers to some of the questions they were faced with. Mehta said he was doing the same, but he had a different set of questions he pondered over in life.
Growing up in a household with an emphasis on reading, he realised it was important to find out your real “drive” in life. Since childhood, he knew that he had to find his own reason to chose a profession or calling. A roomful of people who drew, painted and philosophised made him realise that there was nothing better than being an artist. “You could feel naked without all of that,” he said.
Even as a child, Mehta wondered about the larger questions of life: Where and how did he fit into the world? What work could ultimately satisfy him?

Mehta got the answer to these questions much later in life. Trained in animation, he said he never wanted to be an artist. However, he wanted to combine what his painter grandfather and his filmamker father did, and become an animator. But when he enrolled into the J.J. School of Arts in Mumbai, he realised he never wanted to stop painting. He understood that he needed to prioritise and commit to either animation or painting. It had to be painting. “I’m primarily a painter,” he said.
As an artist, Mehta said he was still trying to define issues like displacement and identities. In general, he is still trying to learn how to “respond” to the world around him. And the media (oil/graphite/Chinese ink/acrylic on paper, digital media, drawing or a mix of all these) he chooses are “dictated” by the kind of paintings he makes. “Medium is never dictated by the artist,” he said.
Long after I saw Mehta’s paintings, his nude figures in a “nuetral” space, removed from any kind of social setting, grimacing in an state of visible pain, holding on to flagrant strands, haunted me.
In a note in the brochure, Mehta writes: “…We are in a liminal age, where human beings are seeking, haltingly, imperfectly, to transform and transcend themselves. All around us we see acts of heroism and despair that are symbolic of this process… My work seeks to explore this idea with the intention of transforming myth in the modern context, to re-examine and revaluate the relationship between man and his social environment that we take so much for granted. It is, for me, a personal engagement in trying to deal with the concept of the spiritual and the material; suffering and rapture; and through them the ideas of life and death; and to understand the mechanics of the rational and emotional desires that dominate our lives.”

Long after I met Mehta, some lines from his poem etched on the wall at the gallery (he’s a poet, too, and you can read some of his poems on his blog, The Meandering Mind) resonated in my head:
There is a churning, a tide
Within and without.
Embrace it, or escape it,
A liminal space — a crossroads of sorts.
Black on charcoal gray wash
Speckled with dull red, white and turquoise.
Gaseous, nebulous, haze whirls around me
Blurring my vision
Continuing to grasp, to grab at something…

For a 27-year-old, Mehta is a thought-provoking painter and a perceptive poet.


Wang Yu-Lin: An interview

AS FILMMAKER Wang Yu-Lin tucked into his chicken sandwiches at the Vasant Continental hotel in New Delhi recently, he seemed to relish our conversation on Taiwanese cinema. The director was in the city to be a part of the Delhi International Arts Festival’s “Taiwan Focus: Iffi Kaleidoscope” which puts the spotlight on six films from Taiwan, including Seven Days in Heaven, co-directed by Yu-Lin.

The celebration of cinema from Taiwan, organised in association with the Taipei Economic and Cultural Centre (TECC), kickstarted at the Teen Murti Bhavan on December 5 and will be on till December 12. Another part of the Taiwanese package is Juliets. Co-directed by Hou Chi-Jan, Shen Ko-Shang and Chen Yu-Hsun, it is a collection of three narratives that reinterpret Shakespeare’s tragic heroine in the context of a modern Taiwan. A dark comedy, Juliets is an exploration into love, loss and longing and shows just how their contours change with the issues of disability, madness and homosexuality. Juliets will be screened on Saturday afternoon, followed by the screening of Hou Chi-Jan’s One Day, described by the Hollywood Reporter as “a poetic cruise into the subconscious” in which “the ‘dream’ spawns more dreams, opening up parallel worlds where memory crosses over with present and future, where thoughts and actions became indistinguishable.”

The two films to be screened on Sunday are: Lin Chih-Ju’s The Wall, a story of love and betrayal of ordinary people during a politically volatile Taiwan of the 1950s, and Leon Dai’s Can’t Live Without You, which is based on real life characters and tells the story of a father and his seven-year-old daughter painfully separated by red-tapism.

At the hotel, I was joined by Joy Yen of the TECC and Zhan Ting-Yi, Seven Days in Heaven’s producer, who chipped in at intervals as Yu-Lin mostly talked in Taiwanese. There were frequent pauses and much of what Yu-Lin said, I sensed, kept getting lost in translation. But the filmmaker surprised me towards the end of the hour-long interview when he burst into fluent English, leaving me wondering why he needed a translator by his side at all.

A rather succinct synopsis of Seven Days in Heaven, highlighted in the release Joy hands over to me before we settle down for the interview, reads: “A carnival-like funeral. After much tears and laughters. Finding the strength to rebuild the spirit.” The screen adaptation of a prize-winning short story by Taipei-based author Essay Liu, who also co-directs the film, Seven Days in Heaven is a dark comedy-drama on the funerary customs of Taiwan. Starring Wang Li-wen, Wu Peng-fong, Chen Cha-shiang and Tai Bo, it is the story of Mei, a young urban girl who returns to her village in central Taiwan for her father’s funeral. The film tracks how Mei, with her brother Da-zhi, is thrown into a cesspool of strangely obtuse customs which are part of the traditional seven-day mourning ritual in rural Taiwan. Joining them in their hour of grief are a hilarious Daoist priest, a professional “weeper” and a camcorder-wielding young fellow who goes on an overdrive, capturing every detail. They ensure that the funeral is not without its moments of fun. And some fun it is!
After the funeral, however, the girl has got to “seal the sorrow of her loss” and return to the rhythm of her life in a metropolis. Pain becomes the occasional episode in the general drama of the pursuit of happiness. Mei has to move on with her life. We all do.

According to Yu-Lin, the film broaches the “taboo topic” of death in rural Taiwan in a rather humorous way. Sorrow mingles with laughter, anguish with introspection. The superficiality of old customs runs parallel with the sense of consequential loss. “It’s a black comedy rooted in Taiwanese local tradition. It also gives a glimpse into the characteristic hospitality that is part of the Taiwanese countryside,” he said.

Yu-Lin’s other concern was to show the inherent niceness of the village folks. “People should be nice and polite. The film is more personal and artistic than dramatic,” he said, adding that it had the potential to make people laugh and cry at the same time. “Everyone can find an emotional connect. Everyone can think it is his/her story. Death is universal,” he said.

Seven Days in Heaven, said Yu-Lin, has a serious subject. But it doesn’t deal with it in a serious way. He said the film’s music — from Hava Nagila, a Jewish wedding song, to American and Spanish pop — will find connect with people across the globe. “Music doesn’t have boundaries of natioanlities. It is an important protocol in a film,” he said, adding he might have a bit of Indian music in his next film.

WE MOVE on to the evolution of cinema in Taiwan. It has been a long journey for cinema in the country since the first Taiwan-produced motion picture was released in February 1907. The watershed moments in the history of cinema in Taiwan that, in many ways, marked the beginning of a modern era in filmmaking in the country, were two “anthology-style” films: In Our Time, the four-part 1982 film co-directed by Chang Yi, Ko I-chen, Tao Te-chen and Edward Yang, and Sandwich Man, the three-part 1983 film, based on Huang Chun-ming short stories and co-directed by Hou Hsiao-hsien, Tseng Chuang-hsiang and Wan Jen. These films, along with much that came out later in the ’80s, were rooted in realism and drew on the dramatic changes in society. They were part of the New Wave Cinema in Taiwan which made the world sit up and take note of its cinematic trends. International appreciation and acclaim only helped the cause of sensible and meaningful cinema in the country where yet another kind of cinematic revolution was underway. It was a revolution that saw the craft of filmmaking go hand in hand with commerce.

That revolution was in the form of Ang Lee who redefined the landscape of Taiwanese cinema in his first feature film, Pushing Hands, which was released in 1992. It captured the conflict between the traditional Chinese ideas of “Confucian relationships” and Western notion of individualism through the story of an elderly Chinese tai chi chuan teacher, who leaves Beijing to live with his son, daughter-in-law and grandson in New York City and finds himself painfully distanced from the daily rhythms of their lives. Lee went on to make his mark as a Mandarin-language filmmaker with Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon (2000) which got its due recognition and reached the world audience after it won the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film.

Other filmmakers of the period who have redefined the celluloid scene in Taiwan are: Chen Kuo-fu (School Girl, Treasure Island, The Peony Pavilion and The Personals), Hsu Hsiao-ming (Heartbreak Island, Homesick Eyes), Lin Cheng-sheng (A Drifting Life and Murmur of Youth) and Chang Tso-chi (Soul of a Demon, The Best of Times, Darkness and Light and When Love Comes).

Yu-Lin described the current stage of cinema in Taiwan as “New New Wave”. He says the new wave films were not very successful as they didn’t focus on market. In the last one decade, cinema in Taiwan has seen further flourishing as young and innovative filmmakers, like Niu Chen-zer (What Have I Done Wrong?), Tom Shu-yu Lin (Winds of September) and Yang Ya-che (Orz Boyz), who have introduced newer forms, methods and styles and won critical acclaim around the world.

According to Yu-Lin, another refreshing era in Taiwanese cinema began with Cape No 7 (2008), a romantic drama suffused with humour, written and directed by Wei Te-Sheng which brought the audience to theatres. Yu-Lin said after Cape No 7, more and more filmmakers are focusing on style and narrative. And it was style and narrative that was on Yu-Lin’s mind when he was shooting Seven Days in Heaven (the entire shooting was done in 16 days flat). “I was always thinking about what sort of images the audience want to see and what will they take back,” he said.

Asked about the subjects and themes in the contemporary Taiwanese cinema, Yu-Lin said gangster films, love and coming-of-age stories have failed to find favour. Films on social issues and historical narratives with a slice of nostalgia about the country’s traditional culture get great response. “The Taiwanese audience wants to see their own stories on the celluloid,” he said.

A fan of Jim Jarmusch, Wong Kar-wai, Quentin Tarantino and Martin Scorcese, Yu-Lin also loves watching Hindi films and enjoyed Wake Up Sid. “India’s diversity is best captured by its movies,” he said, adding that India had the right talents and the soft power and infrastructure to support the drive of young filmmakers to make different kind of cinema.

When it comes to Taiwanese cinema, which has managed to stave off the influence of Hong Kong and Hollywood and is increasingly coming into its own, there is a larger narrative of cinematic excellence waiting to unfold. And filmmakers like Yu-Lin are like the rising stars who will write that narrative in times to come. The world is all eyes.