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RE: Sharing is Caring - Paintings You Like
In 1996 he courted controversy after his paintings of Hindu deities in the nude, originally painted in the 1970s, were interpreted as anti-Hindu. After eight legal cases and death threats in India, he went on his self imposed exile.
Seems like a weird thing to get mad about. Especially coming from the culture that came up with the Kamasutra. On the other hand, India appears to be somewhat rigid in ways I don't really understand. Or as a westerner, I guess. Take the no kissing in movies kind of thing, for example.
I like this one.
Actually, what he faced was kind of retaliation otherwise there was no objection.
No kissing is fine. I like Korean films because of that.
If it comes to India they are more known and at times disliked for different reasons than weird artists. Can be the artists wasn't part of the right class or is it called cast? 🤔
Are you a colourful person @grebmot
Some might say I'm a colorful person, but I'm not a person of color. If that's what you're asking ;-)
Could be classism, totally. To be fair though, I think we've got a little bit of that going on as well. My dad was a plumber and I remember stumbling upon a giant painting he did on a large piece of drywall. Must've been in the wake of my parent's divorce. I didn't even know he could do that and for all I can tell it was the only painting he ever did. He never even mentioned it, despite having talent. Being an artist? Might as well could've told him to become an astronaut. Seriously.
Then you've got plenty of college educated snobs, who sneer at the thought of working class people doing their own art. Like legit dirt shoveling, straight from the construction site type of beer drinking blue-collar workers. Could be because they're not adhering to implied rules and regulations, like in terms of what constitutes being a proper "artiste", or just them potentially ruining the scam. You know, the whole Wizard of Oz, don't mind the man behind the curtain type of thing. Unless you're legitimately undeniably great, but ironically enough they then might end up building a phantasmagoria around you. Because you couldn't just be a guy, you know?
Personally I recall a rare visit to big art store. It sounds absurd, but it really felt like I was having a fever dream. Each way I looked I saw guys wearing black turtle necks and french berets smugly jibber jabber about their paint brushes and who knows what. Then a frigid looking woman would walk by and winkle her nose at a mom browsing magic markers and mumble some thinly veiled insult. It was weird. Not even good weird, just weird. Back home I felt dirty. So much so I almost trashed my own art. I can't properly articulate the sentiment, but I just stood there hovering over my doodles in silence. Like some kind of conflicted farmer with a revolver in his hand, thinking about putting down a sick horse.