Is it art?
“For, while the authority of the doctor or plumber is never questioned, everyone deems himself a good judge and an adequate arbiter of what a work of art should be and how it should be done” – Mark Rothko
Art. To my belief, the question that enthrals most of art critics, writers, curators or appreciators of today is not what is art but rather is, is it art? Historically, we are knee-deep in the turbulent aftermath of what has come before us, the cultural, philosophical, aesthetical, capitalist, epistemological, ontological debates about what is art and what is not art.
Not only that, the strategic location of where we are, Pakistan, lends itself to be under the burden of colonial and postcolonial theory as well and how it informs the art and culture of this region. Contemporary art in Pakistan has risen to a time of institutional critique, shedding light over cultural relevance, necessity, novelty, and authenticity of art that is being produced.
This debate has initiated a flux of artists who explore and investigate into the agency that take art further than being an object. We see artists studying the intervention of the body of the artist/viewer into the work, exploring alternative venues for exhibiting and sharing the work, more so, also questioning the autonomy of art.
With very recent art projects and initiatives like ‘Hum jo Taarek Rahon Main Maray Gaey’ by Awami Art collective or ‘My East is Your West’, a collateral event for the 56th Venice Biennale by Pakistani artist Rashid Rana and Indian artist Shilpa Gupta under the Gujral Foundation, here one discovers how the body/public becomes the epicentre of the work. Viewer participation and engagement gets heightened and the ephemerality of aesthetics is celebrated. The presence, perception and proximity of the viewers’ body provide the basic infrastructure to the work.
It is contested in works like these that art is not in the representation of the reality, rather is in the experience of it. It is in the intangible; it is in the activity and the relation that is established among the active bodies.
It is through the artists, activists, and educators engaging with the people in the ‘Hum jo Taarek Rahon Main Maray Gaey’ and inviting them to participate and engage in an activity of hanging triangular flags, where each flag acts as a recording of deaths of young Pakistani civilians by the violence and terrorism over the years. This mere act initiates a collective consciousness and a communal sense of mourning, invigorating and allowing the viewer to participate and be a part of it.
It also enhances the sharing of sentiments and allowance of the viewer to collaborate in this process, drawing from their own personal experiences. Also it is in ‘My East is Your West’ where the crossing of boundaries and imaginary border and reaching across continents and connecting people and establishing a virtual spectatorship between Pakistan and Venice, that today qualifies as art.
For what my money is worth, I cannot help but start to wonder; is this art? Does it belong in Pakistan? Furthermore is this new aesthetics a mere reflection of the western recurrent cry of trans-avant-garde echoing in the eastern exotic expanse? Are the artists in Pakistan mimicking the western era of new media? Let us for a minute not think about art, or talk about it. Let us talk about our society and the individuals that inhabit it.
I often wonder where do we place ourselves strategically and culturally? How much of a multicultural world (as formulated by Homi Bhabha) are we living in? Are we still in Edward Said's Orient? We see an overarching debate in the mid- to late-twentieth century, the ‘Eastern’ part of the world criticising the ‘West’ for its imposition of imperialism, while simultaneously creating a massive capitalist market for from qawalis, miniature paintings, pashmina shawls and bridal couture weeks.
In contrast to that, historically we identify national thinkers and progressives who have slated the state and tried to paint a "westernised modernised" picture of the east. In the present we see an entire generation that very humbly flaunts their western-fused attire and trans-cultural English and French accents.
Today, I do wish there was a distillation apparatus where one could identify which fragment of one’s being is permitted to become ‘westernized’ and which part need not get prompted. The fact is there isn’t any way to gauge one’s genius in today’s world at large that can be territories based on origin and culture. Disappointingly, we have moved into a global understanding of the world, where each city, town, centre operates on an inclusive level, generating ripples, the reverberations of which move across cultures, borders, and disciplines.
One can observe that there is a huge western audience adopting exotic paisley-inspired motifs, garam masala, and an entire generation of eastern-fusion aesthetics from lifestyle to literature. It is quite perplexing to still want to label 'this' as eastern or 'that' as western because culture no longer operates on the basis of autonomy or territorial acquisition. Art and aesthetics therefore cannot be labelled as eastern or western, rather, there is an unguarded dialogue that is co-existent, informing and shaping the other.
“A culture is made through change; it is not defined by an essence which exists apart change, a noumenon hidden behind the altering configurations of phenomena. In individuating cultures and peoples, we neither need nor for the most part resort to the idea of an essence. Yet we must, however, insist on the possibility of making historical connections, of being able to see change and resemblance”
With a recent shift in world politics, we see how diaspora artists from Palestine, Egypt, Iraq and Iran have let this phenomena inform their work with eastern and western aesthetics and understanding, incorporating material and media that activate the body/public.