Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Book of Hours | Padaria Vicente Pereira

For National Geographic Traveller India (May 2015) © Amruta Patil
Latest miniscule-visual-musing column is about the poders - bakers of traditional Goan bread - of Taleigao, Goa. This padaria (or 'poderia', bakery) is a particular favourite for its crumbling but ambient setting, excellent undé, and warm-hearted people. No matter how hard it rains, poders get around; reassuring pau-pau-pau horn, doughty bicycle with oversize blue tarp-covered bread basket. To see other installments of 'Book of Hours':

Friday, April 17, 2015

Book of Hours | Khuldabad

For National Geographic Traveller India (March 2015) © Amruta Patil
My last column was about Khuldabad, where lies the tomb of the disliked-by-modern-consensus Aurangzeb, Emperor whose name is now an adjective for things one fears in a leader. I found his resting place far more moving than the funerary ostentations of his family members. Reminder to dismiss none, specially not the despicable. To view other installments of Book of Hours:

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Adi Parva images in private collections

                                      Photo courtesy: Tadpole store

The umbilical is cut. Parted with artwork originals for the first time. 3 multi-image sequences, a diptych and one solo image from Adi Parva will soon be in private collections. Thank you for the quiet, ergonomic gift of wings. And do check my website (click here) for future notices about artwork originals on sale.

Friday, January 16, 2015


From 'Sauptik: Sleeping Ones, Rise' (work-in-progress graphic novel) © Amruta Patil 2015 
When it comes to that which is un-ownable, truly open-source: no shelf-life to learning and delight. But wobbly cores no can handle autonomy.

Wednesday, January 07, 2015

Book of Hours | Andlau Abbey

For National Geographic Traveller India (January 2015) © Amruta Patil
About Alsace, Andlau Abbey and Europe's steadily-effaced Bear mythology. The Bear King was reduced and humiliated, while the Lion crowned in his stead. Kiss blown in the direction of Mister Noia for sms-counsel.

Monday, January 05, 2015

"There was no holding them back."

From 'Sauptik: Sleeping Ones, Rise' (work-in-progress graphic novel) © Amruta Patil 2015 
Apart from the serpents that weigh down her ankles and the lightning that cracks overhead, Abhisarika Nayika (one who sets out, against all odds, to meet the lover) is often shown with ghoulish entities. I imagine the wizened lady to be the embodiment of unnamed fears and what-ifs; the one who stokes hearts with apprehension at nighttime, and still the stubborn abhisarikas keep on walking.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Books available at Tadpole Store shows 'Kari' and 'Adi Parva' some loving; beautiful online gallery of images and all. In case you want to shop online for holiday season gifts.

Sunday, November 02, 2014

"Easy but not floppy. Alert but not constipated."

Brush now loaded for 'Sauptik: Sleeping Ones, Rise'. First time the Kuru boys appear on page. Sorry not to be more varied or entertaining in my posts. Actually, not sorry. Little else merits gloat, trumpet or report. This is my life now. Not much can compete for a while to come :) I did dance for four hours straight the night before last. Without a drop of alcohol or ingested chemical substance in my body - didn't need any. The kind of bliss that spills over from the table on good days.

Sunday, September 21, 2014


Rough sketch for the cover of 'Sauptik: Sleeping Ones, Rise' (work-in-progress), sequel of 'Adi Parva: Churning of the Ocean' | May I remain on course. May the grace of the wise ones stay with me through the journey.

Monday, July 21, 2014

In two anthologies this year

Two short visual stories appear in two anthologies this year ("Appetite" appears in Australian/Indian co-production Eat the Sky Drink the Ocean, Zubaan (October 2014) and Allen & Unwin (early 2015); and "Scribbling Block" appears in Shaping the World: Women Writers on Themselves, Hay House, July 2014).

Wednesday, July 09, 2014

Excerpt from a year ago

Part 2/2 of my conversation about 'Adi Parva'  with Deepanjana Pal at the Chandigarh Literature Festival 2013. Would sit in the chair differently now, and speak about certain things - the cowherd reference, for example - differently and with less affectation; but that's work-in-progress for you. Part 1/2 may be found here.

Book of Hours | Grand Bassin

For National Geographic Traveller India (July 2014) © Amruta Patil
Yet to get comfortable with the tightness and economy of the one-page format and not happy with my end result here; but I do love the idea of a Book of Hours (and the fact that when I type wrong it often ends up as 'Book of Horus' :P ), and the liberty of a travelog sans typical touristy plugs. Will keep working on visual style and purposefulness of content: this is a promise to no one in particular. 

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Book of Hours | National Geographic Traveller

Starting July 2014, I will have a bimonthly (to begin with) 1-page travel/musing visual column in National Geographic Traveller (India). It is to be called 'Book of Hours'.

Saturday, April 19, 2014


She does the fertile squat of a Lajja Gauri, but her head is intact and her gaze, cow-like and sweet. (Sketch morsel from a small, loving forthcoming work. Details, by and by) | © Amruta Patil 2014

Monday, February 10, 2014

Nicholas Roerich: Miner of Beauty

Our decision to take a detour en route Manali to see the Roerich Art Gallery in Naggar was a spontaneous one. Here I encountered the worlds of Nicholas Roerich  (1874-1947) for the first time. Six postcards from the Naggar museum shop would be my only connection with Roerich for many years to come. Those were pre-internet years, and our local library drew a blank vis-à-vis this painter of mountains. Today a fair representation (the entire corpus consists of nearly 7000 canvases) of Roerich’s oeuvre may be seen in online archives, but barring the occasional academic paper, there is little conversation about a being who actually deserves that overused epithet of ‘Renaissance Man’. (The apathy isn’t unique to India where Roerich spent close to thirty years creating his most inspired work; or to books written in English – in his native Russia, too, Roerich’s name has all but faded into obscurity). Which is why I met my review copy of ‘Nicholas Roerich: A Quest and a Legacy’ with great delight.

Here is a book about an artist that isn’t a lazy coffee table number or mere biography. As editor Manju Kak observes in the introduction, ‘the average western viewer sees his work purely in the light of ‘mere’ painting without its philosophic, esoteric connotation and contextualisation’. To counter this, Kak unapologetically brings together an eclectic mix of people to explore Nicholas Roerich’s spiritual, political and artistic journey. The nineteen essays are written by Indian and Western historians, Buddhist scholars, personal friends of the Roerich family, a scientist and a lama, even. To Kak’s credit, the different lenses are often far apart, even contradictory.

The fulcrum of the book is Roerich’s Asia years: Nicholas and his wife Helena’s growing fascination with Theosophy, Kalachakra Tantra and the occult; their  trajectory from Russia to the Himalayas; Roerich’s two Central Asian Expeditions, and the family’s settling in Himachal Pradesh until the end of Roerich’s days. The Roerich one meets in Manju Kak’s book is already nearing his forties – a successful, politically-savvy visual artist who demonstrated versatility in various fields. (He had an abiding interest in archaeology, particularly of the Stone Age; and was trained as, both, lawyer and painter). His art found patronage in government and church alike; his ambitious theatrical design (for set and costume) fired public imagination. The role theatrical design played in honing Roerich’s bold visual voice (and  that of other Russian artists in the first two decades of the 20th century) is studied in Joe Troncale’s essay ‘The Transcendent as Theatre in Roerich’s Paintings’. While reading it, I was troubled by the absence of suitable accompanying illustrations. Any visual person will be forced, as I was, to run to online to see what Roerich’s designs for the legendary Ballets Russes production of ‘The Rite of Spring’ looked like (image below).

As with most bonafide seekers, there were drastic changes in Roerich’s work in the course of his lifetime. The 1920s marked a particularly acute shift which corresponded with seismic changes in the artist’s spiritual landscape. It is, however, hard to see this transition from the images chosen in the book. For most part, artwork seems to be randomly scattered between text, in a size that is smaller-than-satisfactory. When page-space is at premium, one grudges small things – like the black-and-white photos of Roerich being one too many; or Andrea Loseries’ essay ‘Luminosity and the Natural Mind’ having just one full-page image where one can carefully observe the minutiae being talked about. This may well be a design/layout issue; but a tighter selection process for visuals would’ve done more justice to Kak’s effort. Culling some text may have allowed the inclusion of more illustrations without skewing the economics of producing this book (eminently cull-able are the essay on the Shambhala legend; at least two of the stories about the Roerich Pact; and paragraphs where authors overlap one another’s content).

Another missing link is a more in-depth analysis of Nicholas and Helena Roerich’s union. Theirs was a deep spiritual partnership from the very outset – indeed it is hard to determine where the influence of Helena ends and the ideas of Nicholas Roerich begin. Roerich refered to Helena as ‘wife, friend, partner and inspirer’.  She played no small role in turning her partner’s gaze eastward. Avid reader and polyglot, she was also a prolific writer and translator. Like her husband, she had a mystical bent of mind and received transmissions from Master Morya (also the spiritual guide of H.P. Blavatsky). Roerich never concealed how influential his wife was in conceiving the worlds that manifested on his canvases. It was no passive collaboration either. On a gruelling four-year trawl Roerich’s entourage made through Central Asian mountains, deserts and the wild, untouched Siberian taiga between 1924-1928, Helena was firmly by his side.

The essays about the Roerichs’ expedition across Central Asia (AV Stechenko’s ‘The Central Asian Expedition’ and Ruth Drayer’s ‘Across the Gobi Desert’) were a revelation. Roerich was fifty years old when he undertook the voyage. The almost 12,000-kilometre haul was fraught with hardships, bandit attacks, imprisonment, staggering beauty and deaths of five members of the entourage because of harsh living conditions – a backdrop and plot that can only be called ‘cinematic’. Underlying reasons for their journey extended far beyond wanderlust; and details will ever remain shrouded in the secrecy occult necessitates. In ‘A Caravan in Time and Space’, LV Shaposhnikova hints at ‘laying magnets’ in places en route, at tapping into the great rhythms of the cosmos.

This was a fecund time for Roerich the painter. He returned with more than five hundred paintings, an artist at the height of his powers. There was a transition from distinctively Slavic themes to Eastern overtones in style and imagery. Photographs bear testament to the fact that the Nicholas Roerich who returned from kissing the hem of the Gobi desert, Altai mountains and the Himalayas was a changed man: sober, tailored European clothes give way to flowing Tibetan robes, to brocades and velvet headgear of a monarch. Roerich  noted in his diary, ‘In 1924, a new era started according to Tibetan chronology.’ He had fully embraced his role as a prophet who would help usher in the new era.  

Scholars have suggested[1] that Roerichs’ obsessive quest for the geographical location of Shambhala may have been inspired by the Third Panchen Lama’s The Guidebook to Shambhala. The Panchen Lama (1738-1780) made it clear that the physical journey to Shambhala could only take a seeker so far; and that the rest of journey towards that fabled realm could only be traversed by an enormous amount of spiritual practice. The journey to Shambhala was an inner quest, and Roerich did reach this understanding (sooner or later). His paintings are best understood in the context of Tantric visualizations. Quoting Madhavan K. Palat in ‘Nicholas Roerich: Artist and Messiah’, “A series of canvases marked the progress through the cavern up to the mountain, the mind’s advance.” Those familiar with Tantric Buddhist imagery will recognise this as art that’s meditation-in-action, an idea elaborated upon by Chogyam Trungpa in ‘True Perception: The Path of Dharma Art’ (Shambhala, 2008).

The Western world’s unease with Roerich’s work is a long-standing one. Roerich’s contemporary, the painter and critic Alexander Benois denounced his ‘endless visions’. In a cultural landscape speedily rendered anodyne by the Bolshevik rule, metaphysical themes that incessantly referred to saviours, inter-planar transmissions and energy-suffused stones generated the same unease they’d meet in skeptical, pseudo-secular settings today. Kak mentioned in a TV interview that the reason Roerich has fallen out of fashion is because contemporary art asks to be approached from a purely intellectual-conceptual angle. Roerich’s journey was always a spiritual rather than artistic one. Those who deign to discuss his work while refusing to engage with the convictions that underlie it will – regrettably and doubtlessly – dismiss Roerich as a painter of pretty, somewhat repetitive reveries. Palat notes, “Roerich looked to the inward transformation of the individual through spiritual exercises. All his art was a means to (…) a revolution through the spirit.” The paintings are completely uninterested in making small talk with a rushed spectator.

Inundated as we are with reactionary art and in-your-face activist-artists, it takes a lot to understand the idea of revolutions that unfold silently. As Europe roiled through the World Wars, Roerich worked relentlessly in his mountain hermitage until the day he died, promoting ahead-of-their-time ideas like the Roerich Pact, and painting beauty. Only knowledge and only beauty, he believed, can counter ugliness. As Sina Fosdick remembers in ‘Meeting my Master’, ‘He foresaw grave calamities before they descended upon humanity…Yet he sent messages of peace all over the world, to purify the space, to help the growth of human consciousness…He scattered  many benevolent milestones…’ In a world jaded by its own preoccupation with angst and underbelly; it is with unmitigated gratitude that one must celebrate an artist whose life is a tireless endeavour to hone mind, soul and hand until they cannot but create great and luminous beauty.

Nicholas Roerich: A Quest and a Legacy
Edited by Manju Kak
Niyogi Books (2013),
ISBN: 978-93-81523-52-0

**This article was written for Biblio: A Review of Books**

[1] Alexander Berzin, ‘Mistaken Foreign Myths about Shambhala’ (1996), Berzin Archives

Thursday, November 28, 2013

Regina Mundi

'Regina Mundi' | © Amruta Patil 2013
Queen of the World reigns in red earth and moist deciduous foliage - guest-starring that flame of the Western Ghats, Gloriosa superba (love it when scientists are unable to contain their emotions), aka Glory Lily or Agnishikha.