Just as I had unwound myself in an effort to write about a quaint adivaasi village, Baliapal in Orissa I seem to go into a reverse mode from the present to the day it all began, my tryst with Baliapal…. | |
Just as much as it seemed a struggle to tell this story a few years ago, it seems to come so naturally now that I have trodden this path, and felt at home, welcomed into the open arms of Subal Patra and his family. Subal Kumar Patra died on Oct 18, 2008, at Cuttack Hospital. I will always remember him as a simple common man, who led a simple hard life with a simple aim, to keep all around him happy. | ![]() |
Fondly known as Patra Babu, he is survivied by his wife, Aarti Patra, his sons, Rajesh, Rakesh and daughters, Nirupama, Anupama and Upama, and a few cats, dogs and a cow. I first met Subal and Arti Patra at Dilli Haat, in Delhi, almost 6 years ago, where they were trying to sell bags made of woven sabaii grass. From then on it has been a long journey for the Patras, mostly uphill, which is always tiresome and with many hurdles. No awards, no medals, he was a simple man, trying to make his ends meet, while touching others lives. Patra Babu was a self-taught and a self made man, who kept his humor in all times, good or bad. His spirit of life was a part of his work as well. Keeping everyone happy with his offside jokes, the great culinary skills that he learnt over years, and forever lending hand to help others. The seed of the organization, RAHAA, sowed by Subal Patra, is now being nurtured by his daughter, Nirupama and son, Rajesh, who are doing their best to make his dreams come true, under the guidance of their mother. They are trying to weave his dreams into reality, by the sabaii grass woven products that they continue to make in their village. What Patra Babu has left for his fellow beings in his village will hopefully lend meaning into the rest of their lives. |
Craft Journeys -Time Travel Sunny Introduces the Series The circle begins at the centre. Or does it? Do we already have the circle and find the centre and by then the circle has expanded, shifted and there is a new centre. Craft. Handmade. Tradition. Culture. Weavers. Printers. Potters. Jewelers. Millions of artisans, thousands of skills. Where does one begin? Since it's a personal journey our beginning could be anywhere. We may begin a thousand years ago at the dawn of civilization, at the birth of the nation in 1947, renewed interest through hippie led dharma fashion 1970's, the promotional and potpourri Festivals of India in the 1980's or economic and social liberalisation in the 1990's. I, an IIT drop-out, Hindu Eco.(Hons) DU, came to craft through my college sweetheart who joined Dastkar in 1989.It was before the time NGO's were well funded, she started with a salary early four figures, nowadays a normal lunch for two at a decent nightclub. There was Moradabad brass. There were decrepit Khadi stores. There was Anokhi and Fabindia. I want to tell a story like the tree. Its many roots, many branches, but we share the trunk. The employment generation angle, less energy intensive, low capital outlay is common to most, a certain aesthetic vision of the universe, natural work rhythms and cooperative capitalism common to some, a glamorous high fashion to few. Craft spans more systems of production than any other, from tribal artisans to village specialization castes to semi industrial craft pockets, to designer and export led factories and workshops. I want to and will over the coming months take you through the whole tropical forest of this amazing sector. As someone coming from an energetic Punjabi business background the entrepreneurial energy of this sector has amazed me. The production processes since millennia, the complex skill sets, the resource chains, the marketing networks are "jugaadu" (makeshift, innovative) and always transforming taking account of larger economic and social trends. I will attempt a politics, a sociology, a mini history, a fiction, from notes, letters, e-mails, pamphlets collected through years from dozens of participants including activists, NGO's, boutique stores, designers and interest groups. As I write this I write to friends to send in incidents, inspirations, thoughts-to share so we can all begin to learn the common story we have woven together. It's amorphous, with no clear trends, many openings, hopeless dead ends, new beginnings. There is no large theory for it; the Marxists considered craft feudal - in Ukraine weavers hid their looms and wove secretly for weddings; the modernists consider them quaint, to be patronized, and at best organized into factory sheds that like China can manufacture any craft, rootless, without flavor. Unlike here where the pani (mineral composition of water and its overall quality ) decides the tonal colour of the natural dye, the bright red of the Narmada in Bagh, the indigo blue of Balotra, the ajrakh of Barmer lake. So this story will meander and be funny at times, sad at times, highly intellectual or highly folksy at times. For it's a story of people trying to live lives in interesting ways in interesting times. People trying to combine hand, heart and mind with imagination, a sense of justice and pizzaz. Many unknown some known, but all trying ..... "hazaaron khwaishen aisi, ki har khwaish pe dum nikle" In August: The Story of the Vanishing Ghaghra |
Thoughts on The Vanishing GhaghraAll the women of Punjab, Haryana, Rajasthan wore the ghaghra till the early 20th century. The farming castes and nomadic tribes of Rajasthan continue to wear them today. Made from 24" wide triangles of khadi fabric, ghaghras were famous for the number of triangles orkalis (folds). A husband's love for his wife was measured by the number of kalis in a woman's ghaghra. The entire outfit comprised the ghaghra, choli (blouse) and the lugdi (dupatta). There was a whole sociology of colour and prints which functioned within an implicit understanding that fabrics too can be a language identifying a persons, community, caste, occupation and marital and religious status. Certain castes like the Jats wore indigo or "darker" colours while Rajputs wore sunhera (bright) colours like oranges and yellows. Sunhera colours were less, pucca (fast) as upper caste could get the Rangrez (dyer) to keep freshly re-dyeing their ghaghras with fresh flower smells of "tesu". This re-dyeing was a status symbol, the farmer castes wore blue as that was fast color and men usually bought their women one ghaghra per year. There used to be a saafa or head scarf of long yardages which men wore as turban. The most exotic was Maliagiri in whose dyeing more than twenty ingredients were used including attar or naturally condensed perfumes. We tried to recreate the maliagiri and still have a small sample that holds perfume even after 10 years. The old neelgar who did it is no more so the secret died with him and the knowledge now extinct. As with most systems of traditional knowledge the tasks are divided amongst communities, the Rangrez are the dyers (though there is a separate lower caste which dyes indigo called Neelgars) and the Chippas hand-block print the fabric in central Rajasthan in the region around Jaipur. There is no strict division between labour and religious leaning though the caste and its corresponding occupation is very strict. For instance the printers in Balotra are Muslim Chippas, in Barmer Hindu Khatris, in Kutch they are Muslim Khatris who are famous for their "bandhej" (tie dye) and in Western Madhya Pradesh they are Muslim Khatri engaged in Chippa work. So the complex interaction between Muslims and Hindus produced the ghaghras worn even by tribal Bhils of Udaipur till this day. The Chippas used to print the fabric for the ghaghras for the tribals and nomads but their markets have slowly vanished. Why? One of the main reasons was the adoption by the Bengali and UP upper caste women of the Sari which became identified with Mother India and was adopted as the national dress. It was more becoming of the resurgent Indian identity than the sashaying ghaghra of various lengths, the "banjara" nomad women wearing knee length to much lower lengths worn by women of the upper caste. Slowly the Ahmedabad mills copied the prints on wide 45" fabrics and then unto saris, soon upper caste women stopped wearing ghaghras. The Jat and Ahir women still wear them as they are much easier to do manual and farm work in and one does not need a separate petticoat. Till today you see women in rural Rajasthan roaming in petticoats as faux-ghaghras with a dupatta as their ghaghra wearing days are still fresh in their memories. Jasleen Dhamija told us that in the 1950's when they went to find saris, no one printed them. The Chippas used low small tables and printed while sitting on the ground. For saris you needed a 4 feet broad table and high so you could print it standing, and also 6 meter long to lay a sari on it. The printers we work with say such tables became popular in the 70's with the hippie rush for exports. Ravi Shankar and Maharishi Mahesh Yogi along with Beatles made Sanganer, 35 kms from Jaipur, a popular destination.The small print bootis (floral motif) of ghaghras became the sari prints on the body and the big blocks of the "lugdis" became part of "Pallu" designs. So the Ghaghra was vanquished by the monopolization of the Sari as the preferred civilized garment. This is a story culled from conversations and probably would need lots of ground level research to be documented with facts of how such cultural and fashion transitions take place. We need a lot of work to understand the dynamism of tradition and the long tradition of innovation in our craft sector. |
Chippas - from block printers to entrepreneursThe printing caste known as Chippas is spread in Rajasthan, Madhya Pradesh, Gujarat and Punjab (where they are known as Chimbas). Many of them are still pursuing their traditional occupations and there are many among them who are exporters, entrepreneurs and millionaires. When we started working with the Chippa community in the early 90's, they had known the second boom of exports which was then leveling off. Recognizing the importance and value of textile printing by hand, in the 80's a hand printing institute was set up in Jaipur to research, develop and nurture block printing traditions. Traditionally Chippas were block printers using small blocks (3"by 3") printing fabric for ghaghras and odhnis. They worked with other related castes of Neelgars (indigo dyers), Rangrez (tie-dyers),Dhobis (washermen).The printing was done using the traditional mordants of alum and iron and were famous as Sanganeri and Bagru prints. The colour palette was of red black with mud resist dyes of blue, green and yellow. The bleaching after the process of printing was done next to rivers or lakes with water being sprinkled on the fabric under the fierce Rajasthani sun, known as sun bleaching. The whole process largely used wastes and was eco-friendly. For centuries these colours and print combinations had worked as each caste wore their colours like a flag and certain prints were essential for weddings and other functions through the year. With the coming of the sari and 45 inch or broad width cloth the small sit down tables had to evolve to standing up tables 22feet long, along with a whole new aesthetic of pallu, body, border using the old ghaghra bootis as all over body prints and odhni big bootis as pallu layouts. In the 60's the hippie era led to large orders of fabric to be made into clothes, scarves and t-shirts. Our conversations with older Chippas led to interesting discoveries. There was always regional and global trade among their caste. We met Chippas who had traveled to Afghanistan to buy "manjishtha", the creepers which gave the best reds, "Anaar Chilca" (pomegranate skin) came from the lower Himalayas, "harda" from Madhya Pradesh and Western Ghat forests. Indigo meanwhile was grown in Rajasthan. Pre- independence, printers used to go to Ahemdabad and print "Saudagiri" (meaning to trade, or to barter) prints which were exported to Burma. We ourselves have seen block printed panels in the Royal Palace of Bangkok imported from Rajasthan! With great pride we were informed of the time when the Chippa printers earned a wage as much as a police constable. The Khatris and Chippas of Barmer and Dhamadka, Kutch print a fabric called Ajrakh, using "multani mitti" as a resist with red and indigo dyes. It was traditionally (still many wear it) a "lungi" for Muslim males and a variety is printed exactly on both sides of the fabric, so there is no reverse side of fabric and no risk that you have worn it wrong side up in the darkness in the village. Lots of Ajrakh was smuggled to the Pakistani side till the fencing of the international boundaries began. They still smuggle it and that is the reason you do not get to see much of it in metros and local stores. Talk about local markets!! Chippas have taken to huge volumes in export by shifting to screen printing which is also considered hand printing as no machine is used. Most fabric available in local markets now is not hand block printed as the labour work charges are 3-4 times higher for block printing as compared to screen printing. To pass off as block some errors are consciously incorporated in the screen. Many pass off as natural dye by dyeing the base in "harda" which is the cheapest dye and overdye in chemical dyes, so it will test positive for vegetal matter. There are a dozen crorepati (millionaire) families among the Chippas of Jaipur district and recently one of them has opened a store called "CHIPPA" in upmarket Greater Kailash M block market in New Delhi in a 2000 sq. feet basement. This Chippa is a major supplier even to Fab India, so its interesting to see what established brands will do on competition from artisan entrepreneurs. This story is to share autonomous enterprise by the artisan community. We have worked over a dozen years now and seen closely how caste networks work and support each other during large export orders and big exhibitions by sharing the workload and giving stock on consignment. Till today no non-artisan enterprise has been able to produce hand printed mud resist fabrics at prices these artisans produce. Till today old brands like Anokhi have finishing units not fabric producing ones, though today there are many bigger exporters of block printed items than Anokhi, almost all traders and fabricators. Though till today no one has put in design the way Anokhi has, the rest depend on artisans to create new ranges year after year. These Chippas were hit by the ban on Azo dyes passed by the European Union in 20031. Many units had to shut down. A continuous engagement is needed with new generation dyeing and finishing techniques for hand printing to flourish again. If industry is supported by huge research budgets even artisans need continuous innovation in design, processes and new colour palettes. We have always believed that one needs to build on skills available rather than repeat hundreds of block printing workshops which the Government does, are about teaching these communities to print, its like teaching a halwai to make mithai. One has to use parts of processes and combine mud-resist, tie-dye and Khari (gold and silver dust printing) to create new levels of effects. New block designs and layouts every season are the kinds of inputs needed. We and many others stores and boutiques have started doing this on their own, but still dyeing and finishing support is needed by technically qualified personnel. This is the space the state and research institutions can fill, increase the palette of colours and uniformity of colour in bucket dyeing. Instead of blaming a process as retrograde one needs research which is craft based and specific to centuries old processes ,as this and many other crafts are not only eco friendly but employment friendly too. |
Artisanal Production -The Third MillenniumWith huge hurricanes of globalised capitalism hitting most of the worlds geographical regions its time we looked at artisanal production from the viewpoint of future relevance, mechanisation, markets, employment. To look at artisanal activity as a major social and economic force in developing countries and look at it with the widest structural vision to be able to do a comprehensive analysis of its strengths and weaknesses. To be able to emerge from classic debates of revival versus innovation , functionality versus aesthetic and cultural production, niche versus mass markets. I have always felt the beginning should be made by studying how artisanal communities have adapted to modern industrial practices, how they have reinvented or reskilled themselves. The intervention by state, cultural elites and civil society are peripheral at best, working mostly with the beautiful and the decorative rather than the mass of artisans. India has millions of weavers, potters, carpenters, masons, wood and stone carvers, metalworkers. Who has studied the transition of Ramgharia lohars, a sikh community who made a smooth transition in the city of Ludhiana where all the biggies of cycle industry like Atlas and Hero began, and now Hero Honda is the largest producer of motorbikes in the world. The Ramgharia lohars created copies of highly expensive western machinery and innovated small machines appropriate to our capital scarce economies. They are not engineers trained in IITs but without them most of the North Indian maintenance and machine building operations would grind to a halt. Where has any management institution studied Artisan Entrepreneurs who have become highly successful exporters like the ones at Moradabad, Benares, Sanganer. I have heard many stories from friends in buying houses of poor artisans who now head multi million turnover casting and finishing units of stainless steel tableware to garden accessories. Why has not the "mind" of this country studied the "hand" of this country? Its Brahmanical caste system is at work here, that is why we love desk jobs like outsourced talking but not manufacturing which provides employment to the not English educated which is the huge majority. We have to study the processes as they evolve, craft evolving into industry - screen printing being sold as block print and accepted as such as no machine is involved, it remains a hand process all the same. In hand printing the coming in of tables and printing while standing marks the evolution of processes to increase production. The Organised labour left has done a few paltry studies on the status of artisans as unorganised workers, how their wages have changed their financial status. Our experience in Kaladera shows that a majority of artisans feel they never had it so good, work and orders were always cyclical. Ever since the grandfathers remember they had to work on farms as labor and few had the money to buy so much fabric or goods, one ghaghra used to last a year. They told us ghee was Re.1/- a kilogram but no one had that rupee, today its 150/- a kg and you can find some in every home. This experience will be varied, as lots of artisans shifted careers, leaving the ones left with better opportunities when demand picked up again. We talk of globalisation as a new wave but pre-nineteenth century there was no nation, so many influences came from all over. Kalamkari itself is a Persian influence and block printing could be Central Asia. We have no maps of how craft has moved across regions how new skills have been learnt. In Barmer Ajrakh is smuggled into Pakistan in huge quantities, as it is cheaper and lower quality in India, there they make "Taj Mahals" as a Khatri told me, so they do not need the urban market so desperately. The point one is making is that there have been sustained and successful artisans all over India, despite the state and despite the craft(y) intelligentsia, so we need to look at them and see how indigenous networks thrived and why and how of such instances. We have to stop getting squeamish about caste and look at Craft as Caste. Most artisans are Mandal castes, how they have maintained caste purity, work secrets, or in times of demand trained outsiders to learn their craft. In India we do not study the reality on the ground we map our westernised notions on traditional formats rather than understanding how knowledge and transmission networks have worked since centuries and build on them, complement them. Design intervention institutes need to be situated in craft pockets rather than in cities. NIFT in metros flourish while the singular National Institute of Craft set up in Jaipur has problems sustaining faculty and students. Do we have an adequate understanding of how other countries have tackled their craft skills? In China they have actively encouraged multiple skills. An importer told me about how he met a Pakistani trader who goes pre-Id to China to get crochet caps made in millions by hand. The Chinese have developed intricate systems of having thousands of women in groups living in large geographical spreads and ways of getting designs to them and getting production in time. Even in India I personally know of a Saurashtrian businessman who supplies embroidered hand printed suits to Shoppers Stop and has hundreds of women taking work from his mother's home, while his wife gets suits stitched in Baroda and he roams around sourcing fabrics from Rajasthan to Orissa. This takes me to the main point - The Third Milleneum Craft, how will it thrive(not just survive!).The points below are just a cursory look at mainstream markets which we tend to overlook while talking about craft in craft circles!
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FROM LOOMS TO THE FIELDSAn upper middle class Hyderabadi woman, married very young with no university degree. Later as her two kids are grown to their twenties, she learns to be an interior decorator, jewelry maker and lithograph collector. In her mid-forties in 1989 when most women from similar backgrounds are agonizing over menopause she reinvents herself. Completely self-taught, traveling from hi-society parties, when few knew about such lifestyles courtesy page3, she shifted to second class train travel to dusty villages in Andhra, reviving and researching natural dyeing techniques, iron making, wood turning and lacquering and many other crafts. Uzramma, the founder of Dastkar Andhra (estd.1995) recently passed the mantle to a young team of women, to take their work into newer ways of design, marketing and public policy advocacy for the Andhra weavers and artisans. Dastkar Andhra does not just deal with natural dyes, but have created a movement of it. From Kerala to Uttaranchal, from Orissa to Rajasthan, there are weavers, embroiderers and printers who have attended workshops. But that in itself was not enough for DA (Dastkar Andhra) and Uzramma. She encouraged students from the IIT's (Indian Institute of Technology) and IIM's (Indian Institute of Management) to go to the roots of dye sources and the fibre of fabric - cotton species. They learnt as they went along, among other things that our vision of creating a local product for local markets would take a life-time of work. Between them over the years they learnt the practical skills and 'domain knowledge' of household cotton textile production. Over the years Dastkar Andhra has become a leader in the teaching of natural dyeing skills to artisans, and provides capacity building and training services to the handloom industry in management, marketing, design, production management and chemical dyeing. Dastkar Andhra and its volunteers researched from agricultural notebooks written by pioneering British botanists and agricultural scientists from early 19th century, they collaborated with scientists from cotton research stations in small towns across Andhra, they wrote what they discovered, which was the whole history of colonization of processes, which affect our cotton growing and processing to this day. How traditionally cotton fibre was naturally twisted and healthy from indigenous species which were hardy. The British imported Caribbean species which were long stapled rather than research and propagate Indian long staples, and by the process of packaging into bales and exporting the cotton destroyed its natural twist needing huge machinery to recreate the natural twist but leaving the fibre weak. The traditional khadi woven at the sites close to the growing areas was naturally strong, less energy intensive, more employment friendly. So today cotton needs the maximum pesticide sprayings of any cash crop, making it resource intensive, leading to huge financial losses for farmers if crops fail leading to farmer suicides. Traditional small stapled cotton grows intercropped with other crops in many tribal areas without such problems, but in 1993 Gujarat wanted to ban such ecologically humane agriculture as the short staple cotton led to breakages in spinning factories. If spinning is done on ambar charkhas no such problems result, the high tension on the fibre in highly mechanized units leads to such breakages. You can see that therefore links for humane technology which pays attention to ecology and employment to be maintained, one needs to look at the whole cycle from natural resource utilization to all intermediate and finishing processes. If processes were to be built around sustainable cropping, we would create appropriate technology in ginning, spinning close to the growing centres rather than try to force nature to sustain factories which destroy our natural resource base. Research would focus on indigenous long stapled crops. DA works on all of the above, and is going to start a project of transferring its appropriate technology of ginning, carding and spinning to weaver and cotton farmer communities. They even started indigo farming and set up traditional indigo vats. They have set up a design unit to regularly develop new color palettes and patterns for Andhra weaver cooperatives and prints for Machilipattanam. They worked on natural dyeing of wool and designing carpets in Eluru. They incorporated natural dyes into lac for Etikopakka wooden toys, which was such a successful enterprise that they regularly sell out on first day of most exhibitions and do large export orders. DA has introduced direct selling concepts of encouraging housewives to directly sell saris, suit pieces and fabrics from weavers to neighbourhoods, to spread the culture of reasonably priced handloom. Uzramma has a theory of craft as a world view which harmonises nature, production processes and aesthetic impulse to lead to a more emotionally and spiritually satisfied creator, and a more ethical consumer of products. Her e-mail to a young friend describing her reason for involvement in artisanal activity, shares her passion adequately;"If one feels, as I do, that the critical direction to be sought in social action and social involvement is towards addressing the underlying causes of violence in society, the economic sphere is the logical locus. In the early days of involvement, I thought that 'constructive action' was enough, but I soon came to realize that without political dimensions, no amount of development of the constructive would suffice. At the same time it is clear to me that the political alone without a sane, clear and fully articulated working methodology for the practice of economic activity is insufficient. It is the artisanal world where tools of production, knowledge, and [in the subsistence activities such as bamboo, pottery, etc] the raw materials, are cheaply and freely available to all, and because of this large scale access, potential exists for equity participation by all including producer families, in the benefits of the activity. In this country, artisan occupations are a vital and vibrant part of society, whereas in other places, including China, they seem to have been relegated to a niche. Within the existing artisanal world, there are lots of problems to be confronted and understood, mainly but not only the relation of the artisanal to the market economy. The market economy itself is a lifetime study, with its historical roots in medieval Europe [Karl Polanyi's The Great Transformation is a must read]. There is also the question of technology, which can be addressed at various levels. When one is directly involved with an occupation such as the domestic production of cotton cloth, doubts about directions and levels are addressed in a real context. The challenge in our work has been to link the developing and expanding philosophical understanding to the minutae of daily interchange, whether within the office, where we spend most of our existence, or with the other participants in the activity, ranging from weaver, dyer and spinner families to the customers of the fabrics. Articulation and exchange of thoughts, ideas and doubts is undoubtedly inadequate in the process, but we are aware of the problem." A STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS By UzrammaSubba Raju, a PhD from IIT, Mumbai, now lives and works in Timbaktu, Anantapur district. He says that from the time he was in the 5th standard he knew that he wanted to be a teacher, and would be daydreaming in class of what his classroom would be like, the dimensions of the blackboard etc. Like him, I had a dream from an early age, but unlike his, it was a vague, inchoate dream, of a better world, better ways of being, above all, without violence. It was developed in isolation, within myself and I seemed to lack the means and the ability to communicate with others or to share my inner world, perhaps because circumstances did not allow the development of that companionship; I had no sisters and my brother is 9 years younger than me. I was engaged to be married, against my will, at the age of 18, married at 19, had my first child at 21. A strong component of that better world was justice or equity, inclusiveness, it had to be for everyone. A sense of beauty had to include a way of being. This comes I think from the long Sufi tradition and is my version of religion. Read a lot when I was a child. Though my brief undergraduate life was enjoyable, it did not include any intellectual companionship, except that of Gita Patnaik [Mehta] who was a year senior to me...she was typical of the intellectuals of my little circle who were from the upper levels of society and essentially frivolous, wit was prized above all. There were strong political and public service traditions in my family. My father's brother was a leading light in the early days of the Communist party of India, and my father's whole family was always sympathetic to that political stream, my generation considered it part of their heritage, along with his mother's political activism [she fought against purdah and child marriage and was an MLA (Member of the Legislative Assembly)]. I had always been attracted by hand-tools, and in museums been more interested in folk rather than to court crafts. In England I finally connected with my leanings towards artisanal work and craft. Learning goldsmithing & engraving, the co-ordination of hand, eye, brain, changed my inner world and my way of thinking. The elation that comes with solving a technical problem is one of the most satisfying feelings in the world. Also of materializing something that begins as a picture in the mind. The years in England bred a discipline and a determination to overcome the wrenching loss of self that came with displacement. That, and the new world opened up by the use of hand-tools were the two radical influences. From those experiences came the confirmation of the inner conviction that it was the artisan way of thinking that held the clue to the Brave New World, a way of problem-solving based on the pragmatic understanding of materials and circumstances, of the real as expressed in the making, the close meshing of mind, eye & hand, not the delusions created by the mind without those restraints. The will to take an active part in reaching the distant ideal also took shape, within a context of strong emotional disturbance, and early in the exile I began to take steps towards a return to India. I couldn't breathe there, though I soaked up the cultural life of London, the off-West End experimental theatre and the art films. I came back on visits to Hyderabad from 1981 onwards, asked Laila how to start, she suggested contacting the AP Handicrafts Development Corporation. I began my forays into the artisan world through them and offered my services free of charge for design development, first for Kondapally and Nirmal, which they accepted. They sent Venkaiah of the Design Development Centre with me on my first few trips. This overcame my clueless-ness of how to reach village India. I went to Kondapally and began by working out a richer colour palette than the one they used. It met with great initial resistance, but has eventually been a factor in the subsequent success of Kondapally. I knew socially the founders of Dastkar, and it was Bunny Page who suggested that I should start a branch of it in Andhra. Initially, appointed consultant to APHDC in 1989, I visited several artisan clusters, including where possible cotton handloom weaving societies though that was not part of my brief. Interventions with varying degrees of success were attempted in Nirmal, Kondapally, Etikoppaka, and on longer terms in Kalahasti & Eluru. I 'always knew' it was cotton handlooms that were to be the eventual field. I cannot find the roots of this knowledge within myself. It comes I think of an intuition of how closely cotton and cotton cloth is enmeshed in the Indian psyche and my own feeling for soft cotton cloth. Somehow that softness is related to the desire for non-violence, peace and harmony. In May 1990 I met P B Srinivas, and for the first time had the experience of sharing ideas and developing thoughts in collaboration with someone. We shared an exploration of Foucault, which both of us had independently begun, and were jointly struck with excitement at the discovery of Foucault's ideas, which for me were a continuation of my meditation on power. PB introduced me to Illich, and again it was deeply exciting to share the experience. We admired Gandhi's boldness in experimentation, his confidence in his own intuition, his absolute rootedness and sense of reality. I knew there was a sweeter, richer life outside the bourgeois world of table-napkins and handbags, one closer to ground reality, and I found it in my wanderings with Srinivas in the villages of Adilabad. The bliss of outdoor bathing in Kusnapally in water fresh from the well, manchi neelu, good water, good enough to drink. Middle class friends thought I was heroic to travel in buses; I found it comfortingly real. I was interested in theoretical exploration of themes & ideas but was not academically trained or rigorous enough to develop ideas.....find myself in harmony with the ideas of the Anarcho-Syndicalists. The work of Dastkar Andhra has been very much a group effort, my contribution has been intuitive rather than practical. Because we started off in an exploratory fashion, we were able to cast about until we developed a complex, mutually supportive set of activities centred around cloth, cotton, and dyeing involving direct contact with artisanal production, archival research, practical experimentation and marketing. It was this exploratory way of working, I think, that in the early days attracted the IIT crowd and other young persons of high caliber. A few months ago I was able to hand over the responsibility of the organization to the younger members. I'm still in charge of the small-scale spinning development, and will be for the next three years. This is a revolutionary technology, [developed by an IIT engineer, L Kannan, who has been associated with our cotton exploration for the last 12 years, since the first Traditional Sciences Congress held by the Patriotic & People-Oriented Science & Technology Foundation] through which producers can complete the cycle of cotton growing to cloth in their own regions. It brings the idea of self-reliance back into khadi, not individually through svavalamban but through production by interlinked producer collectives. Once we are able to get small-scale power generation it will become even more self-sufficient. Now I spend more time in my jewelry workshop. My designs are abstract, graphic, gold on silver at present, later I want to add copper. I want to convey a sense of movement through the lines, mobility, freedom, change. I want to challenge conventions, of precious/non-precious metals, of traditional jewelry as investment loaded onto the woman. There is a sense of cosmic right to which a maker must be true but societal rules must be challenged, shown to be restrictive, hierarchic, pandering to power. I would like to spend more time talking to young people, not necessarily formal talks, but sharing ideas, dreams and experiences. Footnote: on my sending the essay to Uzramma for review she wanted to expand on her experience. Her musings give a personal depth to the ideas one has been writing about and gives a feel of real-time interactivity while sharing such issues. |
As the French President Jacques Chirac’s term comes to its end, the city of Paris is gifted with a new museum. The Musee du Quai Branly is devoted to the ‘arts and civilisation of Africa, Asia, Oceania and the Americas - a home for the forgotten civilisations’. Amidst a range of controversies, the ambitious museum celebrates bio-diversity on its external walls, as 150 species of flora grow as a vertical garden. Close by, stand the headquarters of UNESCO. In 2001, UNESCO adopted the Universal Declaration on Cultural Diversity, which the then Director-General, Koichiro Matsura hoped would ‘one day acquire as much force as the Universal Declaration of Human Rights’. Diversity is being seen as one of the most central challenges of our times, and in Matsura’s own words - ‘as necessary for the human race as bio-diversity in the natural realm’.1 On the one hand, diverse ways of living are being museumified. On the other, a call is made for their very future. A young Punjabi girl hand-embroiders on mill-made chiffon; I gaze at samples from not so long ago, where the background cloth was hand-spun and handwoven khadi - enabling a lush Phulkari surface, exquisite in its colour and reflection of light. With no such khadi available today, phulkari undergoes a transformation. Traditionally embroidered by the mother for her daughter’s trousseau, as a rite of passage, they sell at Dilli Haat as insipid chiffon and synthetic dupattas and scarves. For a moment, as a light wind picks up, they flutter like Buddhist prayer flags, almost as if calling out for help: a prayer to prevent them from dying under our very own eyes. What is lost, in this act of vanishing? What is lost, in the loss of a craft? In November 2005, Dr Jyotindra Jain narrated a fascinating personal experience at the inaugural seminar of the International Centre for Indian Crafts, at the National Institute of Design, Ahmedabad. He spoke of a trip he had once taken to a master dyer in Rajasthan with a few foreigners. The foreigners were stunned at how batch after batch, the dyer was able to produce an exactness of shade with great ease, and at the same time, improvise spontaneously to achieve variations in colour. To the western mind, this was fascinating, no less than magic: how could someone with no visible measuring apparatus, or any seemingly ‘scientific’ procedure, accomplish this? ‘How do you know…?’, they asked. ‘How do you know when the dye is right, when the temperature is right…?’ The master dyer, miffed by the constant queries, could not explain how he knew in their terms. He responded by placing a drop of the dye on the tip of his tongue. He exclaimed: ‘This is how I know!’ Dr Jain’s account is more memorable than mine. However, for a person involved with crafts, this interesting account not only provides a perfect starting point for an enquiry into the what’s, how’s and why’s of crafts, but also explains a facet of the ‘Great Indian Tradition’ that needs to be recognised, understood and accounted for. It also prompts a deeper enquiry into locating the role of crafts within some larger spaces - be they material, intellectual, philosophical, spiritual, economic and cultural, or local and international. What are crafts? What is their role in todays’s world? What is their location in the emergencies and requirements of a fast-changing world? How do we ensure their future? Why? Boring questions, that have been asked again and again. And yet, answers seem to elude many of us. It is time then, to go back to the basics of what crafts were and what they stand for. To look at them as a technology, as a means of livelihood, as an expression of a people…and yet, not just we designers, but each one of us who understands the increasing threats to diverse expressions and creative freedom, must ask these questions: consumers, businessmen, politicians… This souvenir from Janpath that I take so proudly for my friends in Canada - who makes them, and what does he earn? Is it enough for the pride it gives me in being Indian? How can I understand the structures of a hand-technology and product - perhaps the Jamdani - so that my innovation comes not from a surface motif variation, but the structure, the weight of fabric, the weaving process itself? This, might give rise to a new form altogether… This rare technique of glazing, how can I use my business acumen to chart its future, as a differentiated product in an international market? How long can we further marginalise communities to a level of such helplessness that leads to violent separatist movements…? Will we ever realise that there can be no peace unless we include all in the process of development? Crafts have evolved as a natural technology of making and doing things of everyday use and value. The form and shape of a product emerges out of the combined act of observation, of use and function and of the nature of material itself. This is a careful process, where many factors came together to inform and imbue the product with meaning: meaning through its use, through what it invoked in the mind and being of the maker, and through what it invokes in the mind and being of the user. The maker, the material, the tools, the user and its use: all of these came together to give rise to those very material artefacts that we now preserve in museums and galleries. Ananda Coomaraswamy once quoted William Morris, who pointed out that the objects we now exhibit in museums were “once the common objects of the market place…and amongst all those whom we dare to call ‘uncivilised peoples, ‘art’ had no other meaning than the ‘right way of making things’, ‘things’ being anything whatever required by man to serve his needs, whether physical or spiritual.” 2 In young, shining, modern India, such methods and processes might seem archaic, unnecessary and perhaps even retrogressive to some. For a young nation, making ‘high-technology’ strides, what do these ways of doing and making represent? In these times, the word ‘technology’ is normally used to describe a fast-paced and mechanised ways of doing things. Often, this word is prefixed by ‘high’ to denote ‘high-tech’. This implies that if there is a high in technology, there must be a low. These ‘lower’ ways of making and creating become the last priorities in a nation already under heavy stresses and pressures. However, technology can be simply defined as a way of doing things, and in a country like India, that lives in so many centuries, and in so many eras, all these kinds of processes acquire a place. Technologies are of all kinds, of different capabilities. They all contribute to the diversity in India, giving India its unique character. Language, script, motif and technology: the tools with which we converse and live become critical agents in keeping diversity alive. In many ways, I find craft a lot like language. A Kumaoni from Nainital would be helpless at translating words such as ‘bal or ‘thera’ into English…there is no equivalent to such words in English. And neither are there equivalents for the experiences and life that inform the evolution of such words; the experience of certain emotions may not exist in another place, and therefore will not find expression in the language of that place. Crafts, to go back to Dr Jain’s story, cannot in their totality, be understood on the same terms as other technologies. If they need to be enquired into, they require a familiarisation in ways that respect its ethos. An exporter demands 500 cushion covers that look exactly the same: a hand-process cannot, and must not even attempt such exactnesses. Human processes of dyeing may not use ‘scientific’ apparatus, but need not see the use of such apparatus as being a more evolved method of dyeing. Everything has its own intelligence, a nature of its being, of its innateness. The knot in a handmade textile tells you of the yarn that broke in the process of weaving. A slight variation in a carved statue from another, tells you the maker thought of something different at that moment (perhaps he was for a minute distracted by a sound somewhere far?). In these ways, crafts help us connect to the maker, to hear a story… (romantic notion, you might say). And yet, such are our times of increasing virtualisation that we crave for such human contact. ‘…We are always behind this glass and metal, that we crash into each other just to feel something…’, begins the Oscar-award winning film Crash. We fight, so we can hear and be heard… We find new ways of keeping the same emotions alive so we remain who humane, not merely human. What is craft then, if not an experience which invokes and enables these emotions? Does not the play of light in a jade box, so intricately carved, evoke the same sensory experiences as a highly accomplished piece of music, or the leap of a ballet dancer? Is this not the same rasa as that aroused in a sensational performance? Crafts, to me, represent those last vestiges of the nuances of a culture, that is fast eroding, yet which we still have access to. This is what I call the experience of craft: a process, not unlike tasting wine or single malt scotch and imbibing the environment in which it was made, or appreciating the nuances of a custom-made perfume. An experience that has to be felt to be known and one that has to be connected with… The other aspect of craft today is craft as a mode of production. The number of craftspeople in India today is estimated at 23 million. 3 This represents a large number of our working force, and seeing them as critical contributors to our nation is important. This skilled hand-production, important to domestic and export markets, ensures that, luckily, even today, mechanised modular furniture and standardised sizes of windows and doors do not dictate how we build our homes and live our lives. And yet, these skills are fast becoming ‘labour’. The special place these crafts have, as a mode of production, is that they have the potential to employ skilled people on a large-scale, and in the process keep alive and further enable a creative culture that is not restricted to a few. Such skills can ensure a livelihood that not only offers economic security for the basic necessities of life, but also self-worth and dignity. Let us recognise, that these needs of human dignity and respect are as basic as roti, kapda and makaan. The country has focussed immensely on the importance of craftspeople to our exports - but has that meant a better quality of life for the craftsperson? Or more respect for him or her as a skilled contributor to the country? If craft is seen as an export industry, it is not unlike any large export corporation with a large workforce, each member of such workforce contributing to the corporation in some way. Why cannot each craftsperson then contribute to the crafts sector in the same way? I often wonder, whether given the same economic success and equal opportunity, would the children of craftsmen and women aspire to their parents’ professions? For there can be no meaningful answer to the future of crafts, unless we know the aspirations of these craftspeople for themselves and for their children. As more and more of the next generation leave their ancestral professions, I wonder if the aspiration to learn a craft would be a more common phenomenon today, if 60 years back India had recognised craftspeople, not as belonging to a disadvantaged sector in need of ‘social’ responsibility alone, but also as belonging to a strong sector, capable of individual expression and local development - a sector not unlike any other industrial sector. Why do we know ‘industry’ only as the chimneys of smoke, or the gutters of effluents ruining our rivers? Traditionally, crafts grew and evolved and reached their high levels of excellence due to a system of patronage which understood the value of its role in a society and economy. Is there not today the need for a more discerning patron? Cannot industry and business, which has sold us everything under the sun, sell us this too? Something enriching for the soul, safer for our skins, and which affords a better quality of life for its maker…? Why cannot our visionary business houses, taking their international strides, and explaining India to the world in diverse ways, transform the shanty sheds of our craftsmen into healthy and creative work environments? Why has not an IKEA come from India, making an Indian the richest man in the world, instead of Ingvar Kamprad of Sweden, the owner of IKEA? 4 William Morris created a company out of a movement which attacked the aesthetics of a ‘modern’ industrial age. Forget nurturing a new aesthetic, in a post-modern age, we have still not even understood what modernity means. Why can we not see the daily wage labourer across the street in his make-do tent home as the person he really is - a potter capable of fashioning the most sophisticated forms out of clay? The success of our management students is a sham if it has taken them so many decades to discover ‘the fortune at the bottom of the pyramid’. 5 Having discovered them as a potential market, let us now feed the craftspeople. Finally. The real reason for our loss lies deep in the loss of pride we face as a nation - across the land. We need the tableaus of the Republic Day parade to remind us of how great we are as a nation, and cover stories in glossy magazines to show us how Indians are the emerging rich and famous around the world. If we do not find a reason for something, let’s blame colonialism. If colonialism is not an answer to this procrastination, let us look deeper in history. Let us find, what is it, at its root that prevents us from knowing our own strengths. And let us then take a historic leap - to forge strong partnerships across the board - involving industry, society and government, to claim a unique position in the world. I sometimes hear doubts of relevances, of craft as an anomaly to the ‘technological’ strides India takes. Rahul Jain, textile scholar, spent the last ten years going back in history and reviving a craft which had been dead for two centuries. Today, these Meenakaris inspire awe and beauty, they sustain a rare craft. Lost for two centuries, and yet a modern resonance… I am often amazed at the way the Japanese have invented the most cutting-edge technologies, and at the same time kept rare hand-craft traditions alive, so often within traditional patronage systems. India’s future lies in not adopting one monolithic position, where handmade is threatened by the mechanised sector, and the mechanised so stunted in its growth due to subsidies to the handmade sector. The future lies in understanding the affordances of both these technologies, and in negotiating the space for both to exist, not in opposition, but in relation to each other. In this process might begin the genesis of a new aesthetic. And yet, to me the development of printing technology to simulate the careful work of Ikat offers no more than a cheap substitute… perhaps there is something new that artisans and designers can discover together, in the process of Ikat…something which is an altogether ‘other’. This would be pushing the frontiers of innovation and creativity. Many say, crafts will find their own future, just the way they have always. Who are we to decide or know better than the craftspeople. Crafts will change with changes in geo-political situations and cross-fertilisation of cultures. Potters in Ahmedabad start selling plastic statues of Jadoo - the famous alien from the Hrithik Roshan film, block-printers print dinosaurs… Understanding the opportunities globalisation provides, and the immediate concerns of poverty alleviation and making available a better quality of life, India has the chance of a lifetime. Let us not give lip service to the carriers of the most sophisticated knowledge and skills without understanding and knowing the immense role they play in keeping our country creatively alive. Gandhi once said ‘there is an art that kills, and one that gives’. Let us celebrate the birth of a new culture that nurtures all.REFERENCES:
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Issue #007, Winter, 2021 ISSN: 2581- 9410
As a teenager I adored going with my mother to one of the many handblock printers then in Delhi, while she got her saris printed - tussars, silks, chanderis, mulmuls. At that time there were several printing units in the Jama Masjid, Sarojini Nagar, Bhogal, and South Extension areas, and we would sit on wooden benches in their workrooms, while they brought out their “chadars” or ‘blankets’, on which all their motifs and borders and jaals would be printed and numbered. My mother would then swiftly sketch out the layout of the sari and number each of the component parts - the pallav, the borders, the body, with the blocks she had chosen, and mark the colours as well from the dyed thread skeins the printer would produce. As they got to know my mother’s aesthetic, they would often ask her to design some sarees for them to sell as well, and soon we were spending the day there, sharing their food and numerous cups of tea; taking mitthais as our contribution. Each printer had his own set of blocks with very few duplications, and (if my memory is right), in the 60s one saw more Farrukhabad style designs than the Sanganeri and Bagru prints that became popular later. Perhaps this was because many of the Delhi printers came originally from Farrukhabad. One hardly sees those lovely allover multicoloured jaals of interlocking paisleys, flowers, fauna, and foliage now, linked in their imagery both to the jaals and motifs of traditional chikankari embroidery and to those of Banarsi brocades. In my early barsaati days, I hung Farrukhabad bedcovers as my curtains. Aged 13 or 14, I never dreamt that my life would later be interwoven so closely with Indian craftspeople. My father longed for me to join the Foreign Service in his footsteps and I myself thought I was going to be an Artist with a capital A! But block printing remained a recurring theme. When I was in art school in Baroda, I discovered a khari printer down the lane from my college hostel, and took great pride in getting a sari done for my mother in this beautiful metallic medium. His repertoire was the striking, much more stylised abstract and geometric style known as Saudagiri, originally much in demand for export to Africa. I still remember the stray strands of sparkling silver or gold resin in his black beard! in the mid 1960s, my parents were posted to Japan, and I followed them there to continue my art studies. We travelled all over Japan and saw the wonderful flowering of Japanese craft. This including many forms of textile printing and dying, including batik, shibori, and surface and resist printing of all kinds. Indian printers possibly had greater mastery of multiple colours in a single design, but I loved the flow and abstraction of Japanese block design, compared to the rather formalised layouts of Indian butis laid out in diagonal or horizontal rows. I also loved the respect the Japanese gave their craftspeople - not differentiating between craftspeople and studio painters, as used to be our tradition in India too, before the advent of the British. Coming back to India and setting up my own studio barsaati in the late 1960s, the determination to earn my own living meant taking on design assignments - garments, interiors, stage costumes and sets, graphic design..... Though these included developing block print designs for Ritu Kumar, CCIC, Rukmini and THE SHOP, I was mainly working with carpenters, painters, embroiderers, tailors.... Ritu’s huge Kolkota karkhana was incredible, resounding with the thump of dozens of printers going “thupp thupp thupp”, and shelf after shelf of numbered exquisite blocks.It was an assignment to go to Kutch as visiting designer in 1977 that put me in touch with block printers again. My six months in Kutch, then a relatively unknown, uncharted landscape, was life changing. My conversations and work with artisans there made that vital connection between the lives of craftspeople and the crafts they created suddenly vividly clear, defining the course of my life for ever.
Ismail Bhai Khatri, son of Mohammed Bhai Khatri
Two of those craftspeople were Mohammed Bhai Khatri, the master Ajrakh printer from Dhamadka and Hassan Moosa Khatri, who had a chemical dyeing and printing unit in Bhuj. They shared the warmth, generosity, and open hospitality so characteristic of Kutchi craftspeople of all communities and skills, but couldn’t be more different in their practice. Mohammed Bhai was as much an artist and scholar as entrepreneur, researching old techniques of ajrakh printing, which had fallen into disuse at the time. He revived the 17 stages of double-sided ajrakh printing, brought back indigo and natural dyes made in-house from local plants and minerals, and, by studying broken blocks and old fabric scraps, re-introduced many of the old ajrakh motifs that had been forgotten. But he was also an innovator, relishing working with Prabha ben, Sulekha, Archana Shah, other NID students and then me, on developing new layouts, doing saris and dupattas, trying new fabrics. His gentle wisdom, his knowledge, his passion for his craft, influenced us all, leading to three generations of award-winning sons, grandsons and great grandsons following in his steps. Hassan Moosa was quite the opposite. A pragmatic, jovial, unsentimental character, for him block printing was a business. If the market wanted cheap bedcovers with large quickly printed designs, he would supply them. If people preferred roses, sunbursts, and butterflies to the complex interlocking geometrics of local Ajrakh and Saudagiri prints, he would get his blocks made accordingly. When screen printing proved a quicker way of production he quickly switched over. But when he found a new demand for authentic ajrakh, he happily re-started that too. That tension between the market and tradition, and the sensitive balance between the two that craftspeople and designers needed to maintain, was an important learning. For Mohammed Bhai the integrity of his craft tradition was paramount, for Hassan Moosa orders and income coming in was the driver. Both served me up delicious meat dinners in an otherwise vegetarian environment!
Jan Muhammad
Babu Lal with Laila Tyabji
In the early 1990s, Dastkar was invited to work with the rural communities that had been displaced by the creation of the Ranthambore National Park in Rajasthan. Mainly herders, they had lost their ancestral grazing lands and access to fodder, firewood and water. Teaching the women how to do patchwork, make toys and mobiles, and stitch garments, we realised that we needed our own fabrics, sourced locally, to give the initially basic products a distinctive and different look. Sawai Madhopore had once been a handblock printing centre, but the craft appeared to have totally died out. Finally, in a narrow dark cul de sac in the old city, we tracked down an elderly block printer, Ram Narayan Chhipa. He himself was too old and frail to restart his business but we managed to persuade his son to take up the challenge. So Babu Lal joined the Dastkar Ranthambore family and still is an integral part of it 29 years later; as is his son. The blocks the family owned were crude and indistinguishable from similar motifs all over Rajasthan, so we developed our own designs.The Dastkar Ranthambore tiger