There were at least two persons who
had some difficulty in reacting to the work of Biren De at the exhibition
organised by Chanakya Gallery at Ashoka Hotel. Since I react to it
strongly the impasse only goes to show how uncertain things can be in matters
of art. This condition is well-known and not my discovery. Yet it
needs re-emphasising, since I deem Biren De's present work outstanding.
And
what is that? The love of the perfect circle, of the twinkling star, the
cart-wheeling movement, the hum of powerful engines, the rays from a diamond,
energy breaking through a pod, the corona of the sun, and much else. The
work stimulates a host of such associations in one's mind, the pulsating
primal force at the roots of the world. It mimics, and conveys the feeling
of the majesty of the phenomenal creation, and which raises in turn the
feeling of awe in one and which still in turn induces a state akin to worship.
It presents the prism's rays, the blue cold and incandescent red, and all
else between, in a centralised, seamless experience. We surrender to it
because we like to be overmastered, po-sessed by the larger than life proportions,
to drown in the rhythm which moves the world bigger than man's own.
De helps for moments in the integration of
the shattered self. Since un-illustrative painting does not proceed through
words or conventional symbols, it certainly taxes the viewer's sense of
credibility. But if one does not question one's star-gazing, one would
well approach this work in the first adam spirit....