lectures on Hegel and Croce, and later I wrote an exposition of the Hindu view of art; and I found that in the past many people had built up aesthetic theories merely as coherent philosophies of beauty, without much relevance to art forms. Through my talks with two artists, Eric Gili and William Rothenstein (the former standing for art as part of religion and the latter for free form), I tried to develop my own hunches about total experience of works of art. Herbert Read, whose opinions I sought then, shared the feeling that I was working in the right direction if I wanted the autonomy of the art object to be established in India, where art had been the "handmaid of religion."
Since then I have subjected my hunches to examination before a vast number of works of art, of all ages and all countries, in many badly arranged museums and galleries and studios. And I have written fewer words about paintings and sculptures, but have tended to collect more reproductions and picture postcards for my private contemplation. I have increasingly felt that the "poetry by analogy" that is painting, which suggests rhythms, gestures and energies, is different from "poetry in words," which suggests feelings, ideas and meanings. And I have adopted only tentative positions about particular works of art and refuse to write generalised art history.
In 1963, I was appointed Tagore Professor of Fine Art and Design at the University of Punjab. My commission was to encourage art appreciation. I found that my students were mostly raw young people from the north who had never seen any art object quo art object.
Consequently, I found myself digging up my notes of the research done under Professor Spearman. And I began to expose my pupils to certain pictures. From their responses, it seemed clear that, while the potential search of vision and love of colour, line and form was in them, they had always regarded paintings as portraits, "photos" as they called them, which were put in houses for sentimental reasons. I then evolved the metaphorical hypothesis of the seven birds flying off from the onlooker to the picture and back, if the experience of art works was to be valuable.
I could hold the students' attention in this way, keep everything on the poetic level which the Indian young prefer, as well as give th em scientific data of all kinds. The architecture of the newly planned city of Chandigarh and the paintings of Le Corbusier and of the new artists of the model city, as well as children's drawings, supplied the materials for discussing the relative deficiencies of looking as against the benefits of seeing.
I have lectured in many schools of art on this thesis, from notes compiled during my occupation of the Tagore chair. I gave a summary of my notes as a contribution to a session of the International Association of Art Critics. I find that naive, fresh, new sensibilities, without vested interests in ideas, respond to my hypotheses and ask questions. These challenges have helped me to write my notes into this book, which is being offered for further discussion.
As with my very first books on art, in this compilation I had the advice of Herbert Read. He was cordial and considered that this essay had gone much deeper than the usual "gallery-going as art" discussion in the West, to supply the sources of aesthetic appreciation. And he offered to write a long letter by way of introduction to the book. The passing away of this doyen of art criticism has robbed the reader of his mature reflections on this theme. But, in putting the book into print, I cannot help recalling the many friendly hours when he helped me, even during the last phase of his illness, sort out my ideas and make the writing less assertive, especially where the claims of the Tantric philosophy had been advanced a little too enthusiastically.
I have received advice and criticism from Le Corbusier, Walter Gropius, Pierre Jeanneret, B. P. Mathur, Nihar Ranjan Ray, Andre Masson, Joan Miro and C. V. Raman, as well as from the various other authorities I have quoted in the text. The painter K. K. Hebbar devoted much time to the drawings of the metaphorical birds, and many museums and galleries, as well as educational agencies throughout the world, have generously supplied the photographs of art works reproduced in this volume. And my colleague, Dolly Sahiar, was instrumental in planning the layout, as well as in getting the book ready for the press. Without her devotion much of my writing could not have appeared in print. One of the finest art publishers in the world, Charles Tuttle, is bringing out this little volume, which he read at one go and accepted for his program during a cherry-blossom weekend in Tokyo. My debt to all these helpers is merely acknowledged here because it cannot be paid back.
For various reasons, certain pictures which I had hoped to include could not be reproduced here. I am nevertheless indebted to the artists of these works for teaching me a great deal. I wish particularly to acknowledge my debt to Paul Klee. His work and his inspiring comments lent support to my theories about the impact of lines and forms on the spectator.
M. R. A.
Khandalla
Introduction
TO THE title Seven Little-Known Birds of the Inner Eye, I could have added the subtitle How to Taste a Picture to emphasize my wish to approach the theme of appreciation of works of art in a relaxed manner rather than from a formalist point of view. Like other people, I have been aware for some years that it is difficult to use words to explain paintings, sculpture or architecture. But, despite those who maintain that the "silent areas" of art should be left alone, there is a common urge to analyse, dissect, understand, enjoy and criticise aesthetic experience. Thus no apology is necessary to explain the need for appreciation. Actually, however, research in efforts at total experience of works of art has only recently begun and the hypotheses put forward in this essay are tentative, suggested for discussion in order to achieve some basic formulations.
I contend that if you look at a picture, even for a second, many more things happen to you than you may have cared to find out.
But if you are not an impatient or a superficial person, and stand to look at a work of art for longer than a second, you begin to experience certain striking phenomena, such as colours, lines, structures, tones and stirrings. These are only revealed, at first sight, in a general perception or sensation or intuition. The structural parts of the composition are allied with the various parts of your body-soul, so that you become aware of the whole picture or a portion of it. For instance, the horizontal Sines may ally themselves with the hereditary restful lines of sleep in your eyes; the vertical lines with the aspiration towards the great God above the skies inherited from the infancy of mankind; the triangles with sharpness and vitality; the curving line with the sense of harmony or coherence. And all this may happen without your knowing it.
Again, if you sit down rather than remain standing when you contemplate a picture or sculpture or even a building, the work of art, beyond the first look, may begin to evoke from you several highly complex and varied responses which you may not have believed possible. If, however, you happen to be a rasika, or critic, who has seen thousands of works of art, you know that experiencing a particular work involves many considerations of a continuing intricacy and richness. The experience involves associations of nerves, vibrations, feelings, emotions, ideas and other subtle states of the psychophysical life, one leading to the other, and back again, until you are in active contemplation and come back to the work not only to look but to see it more intensively and to try, as far as possible, to have a total experience of it. In this process you recall other works or natural objects, and you ask questions and allow yourself to feel the work's inner rhythm. You fee! pleasure-displeasure in it, dimly apprehend its various social, historical and ideological aspects, absorb it or are absorbed by it and taste it. Or, on mature consideration, you reject it and walk away. At any rate, as you are looking you are much more in the condition of seeing than of merely looking.
Actually, most of the museums, art galleries and big houses of the world display works of art in such a jumble that many people go through them like peasants walking through a treasure house or through a colourful bazaar on a market day.
The schoolteacher, with a class of eager children, lectures on the history of a work of art, weaves legends about the artist, and tells pupils all kinds of anecdotes. And the naive but curious youngsters get only a verbal idea of the picture and the story it illustrates, and some gossip about the artist and the world of art.
In the vast majority of homes, pictures are ornaments or status symbols or sentimental mementos. These may be oils or water-colours, cheap religious oleographs or photos of relatives, immortalised