It is rare to see an artist work on a style which demands one to intensely research historical identities with its present day state and explore traditional styles of art making from which explodes an entirely new language of its own, a bridge which negotiates the past with the present. This is done in such a fluid manner that both influences can be seen but the language itself is unique and lyrical in its contemporary form. This is just the tip of the iceberg, which forms Rajnish Chhanish’s exquisite works.
Having a familial conversation with local historic architecture and having studied monuments and also helping restore them catapulted his knowledge on the subject where the stone architecture and its intricacies spoke of neglect, a past glory unrealized and a disassociation of the present world of the value of its past on whose foundations it stands. This comes through as a strong strand in his works.
The beautiful whimsical elements of the earthy colours, the reflection of the stars and clouds in the water pools and identifiable flora, fauna and habitation bring back a sense of wellness where the sharpness of lines and fallen or twisted architectural segments create dissonance. Thus, Chhanish’s works negotiate contradictions in more than one layer as meaning, concept, style, form and composition.
There is a poignancy in Rajnishs’ treatment of the absence or in certain cases like that of the missing portrait of one of the shahjahan –noorjahan lover duo, a lost identity of people. That absence is almost as if these were mechanical elements to a growing mindscape where the unreal objects had more life than its real element – human beings, who are on their rampage to own the world and in that rampage destroy and distruct leaving imprints on all that could live. There is a yearning for the old to be rediscovered and to see the world non mechanical and devoid of the red tape which is seen in the bird cage and the spears outside the main gate of the moti masjid.
As one views Chhanish’s works in wonder, the mystery and contradictions of modern day living with its disregard to life, its insensitivities and its injustice to past heritage are revealed from its layers and the comment is discovered and rediscovered.This discovery is not morose but is strong in its stand and at the same time mellow and poetic in its beauty. The angular meets the curves, past merges into the present, painting and architecture fuse in a dialogue and one hears multiple layers of unheard voices come up in a subtle yet violent upheaval for questioning, defying their very essence of staying silent and being buried in the sands of time.
Amrita Varma