Susan S. Bean, curator of South Asian and
Korean art and culture at the Peabody Essex Museum in Salem,
Massachusetts in her essay 'The
Kalighat Style: Triumph of Invention and Tradition'
in the catalog for the exhibition 'Kalighat Pat' held at
Gallery Artsindia, September 19 - October 12, 2003 writes,
"The hugely popular, simple, and direct Kalighat style
flourished in the bazaars of nineteenth-century Calcutta.
it was not until the early twentieth century, when
Kalighat paintings were no longer produced, that the art
was recognized as a brilliantly inventive aesthetic achievement.
At the turn of the twenty-first century, the Kalighat style
has attracted a renewed burst of attention."
She further states, "The designation
'Kalighat' was applied by Mukul Dey in one of the first
articles published on the subject. He named the style of
painting for the place where he first encountered it around
1910 in the riverside neighborhood of Calcutta's famous
Kali temple. By the time Dey's article appeared in 1932,
the production of Kalighat paintings had ceased entirely."
Mukul Dey was one of the earliest writers who drew the attention
of the 'educated' Indians to their own original art forms.
As early as 1936, he wanted to establish a national art
museum in Calcutta, a project endorsed by Rabindranath
Tagore.
However, that was not to be. During 1930s the bulk of Mukul
Dey's priceless Kalighat painting collection was acquired
by W. G. Archer (ICS); and found a permanent home in the
Victoria and Albert Museum, London.
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The following article
is reprinted from Advance, Calcutta, 1932. It gives
an account of the artist colony at Kalighat as the writer
knew it. The accompanying illustrations have been printed
from the original, but slightly damaged, glass-plate negatives
by Mukul Dey.
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Drawings
and Paintings of Kalighat
by Mukul Dey

An unfinished Kalighat line drawing with indications of colour
to be added later. Possibly, these directions were for Master
Artist's assistant.
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Strolling through the streets of South Calcutta a few years ago
I chanced to get into the precincts of the old temple of Mother
Kali. The lanes and bye-lanes leading to the temple courtyard were
full of small shops dealing with everything interesting to the pilgrims,
specially women-folk and children. There were sweetmeat shops in
plenty, toys, utensils, bangles and what was most important to my
eyes, pictures in colours as well as in lines, hung up in almost
all the shops.
These drawings had a pecularity of their own which attracted the
attention and interest of any man who had any taste for art and
drawings. The drawings were bold and attractive and at the same
time their technique was so different and simple, that they looked
something absolutely distinctive from their class found anywhere
else.
| The drawings were bold and attractive and at the same time
their technique was so different and simple, that they looked
something absolutely distinctive from their class found anywhere
else. |
These pictures have now entirely vanished. The artist craftsmen
are nearly all dead, and their children have taken up other business.
In place of these hand-drawn and hand-painted pictures selling at
two or four pice each, garish and evil-smelling lithographs and
oleographs - quite appalling in their hideousness - have come. The
old art is gone for ever - the pictures are now finding their last
asylum in museums and art collections as things of beauty which
we cannot let die.
It is difficult to state definitely how this original and bold school
of art originated and developed in Kalighat; who were the leaders
and who followed them. As in the case of other departments of our
national life, our ancestors were indifferent in putting down any
chronological or historical data of their activities. In this region
of art also they were either indifferent or careless. As a result,
we cannot trace any history of the development of this wonderful
culture of our own. It can be surmised, however, that as pilgrims
would rush to this shrine at Kalighat from all parts of India, as
peoples of different tastes and likings would stay at this small
place for a certain period of time, their wants would naturally
be met and supplied by local people.
Thus a sort of market grew
up at Kalighat for all things necessary for different types of people,
of different provinces of our country; moreover these pilgrims would
expect to take back something from this shrine which would have
associated with it a peculiar halo and interest so that it may be
kept up as a memento of the great event of their life. Ordinary
things for day-to-day use can be had everywhere and however bright
or cheap they might be, they would not add any special meaning.
These drawings from the Kalighat patuas, however, would naturally
possess a peculiar interest and if they would be hung up in any
place amongst ten other pictures, they would outshine the others
not only for their different characterization but for their wonderful
colour-effects and contours as well. As pilgrims know no caste or
difference in wealth, naturally these pictures would be taken, liked
and hung by peoples of all classes and communities from the big
Rajas and zemindars down to the most ordinary villagers or even
little children.
| ...the pictures had a wonderful mass appeal and mass appreciation.
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These pictures would decorate the thakurghars or family chapels
of the rich and the middle-class people, they would brighten up
some of them the drawing-rooms of people of all sorts; they
would add a touch of colour and joy in the humble hut of the tiller
of the soil; and the village grocer or the "panwalla" round
the corner of a city street would find no better and no cheaper decoration
than these pictures. Thus the pictures had a wonderful mass appeal
and mass appreciation.
| ...I remember the patuas drawing the pictures in their
"shop-studios". These "shop-studios" in
those days were more or less "news bureaus" of the
country, where not only the pictures of mythological subjects
were drawn, but caricatures and satirical sketches would be
drawn dealing with the topics of the day... |
The patuas would naturally sell a good lot of these pictures
every year and I remember to have seen many in my younger days at
least 30 or 40 shops in those bye-lanes to deal exclusively in these
pictures and I remember the patuas drawing the pictures in
their "shop-studios". These "shop-studios" in
those days were more or less "news bureaus" of the country,
where not only the pictures of mythological subjects were drawn, but
caricatures and satirical sketches would be drawn dealing with the
topics of the day, the happenings in the law courts as well as in
the bazaars. From a study of the drawings it will be found that these
patuas were expert in handling the brush and colour and they
were keen observers of life, with a grim sense of humour. For example,
wealthy zeminders spending their money on wine and women, foppish
babus spending their day and night at nasty places, a Mohunt suffering
imprisonment for abducting girls, or a priest or Vaishnav "Guru"
(who is invariably depicted as a well-fed and well-groomed, pot-bellied
and top-knotted - the veritable picture of a pious rouge) living with
unchaste women - these would not escape the searching eyes of these
artists and they would draw the caricatures in such a way as would
repel ordinary people from such activities. Even popular sayings and
proverbs get good illustrations from them.
Woman and Wine
A Bengali 'man-about-town' with 'Albert' hairstyle, seated,
glass in hand, carousing a plump Calcutta courtesan.
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But these patuas are not found in their old places now.
When the other day I chanced to go over to the shrine again I searched
in vain for all the old spots where those patuas in their
"shop-studios" would draw paintings and sell them before
standing crowds of buyers. The buyers are gone and so are the artists.
Big buildings, three storeys high, have taken the places of old
huts of which no trace can be found now. Not a shred of the old
huts or the patuas are to be found now. The foreign imitators
of these patuas have killed this trade out of its soil. Taking
advantage of the popularity of those pictures the sly German traders
sent thousands of lithographed copies printed on glazed papers with
garish bright colours and flooded the whole country with these cheap
imitations of Kalighat pictures. Following these German presses,
a litho press of Western India then took the field and as a "Swadeshi"
concern did the same thing and hastened the death of this wonderful
school of indigenous Art in Bengal. The cheap price, the glazed
paper and some kind of imitation of Kalighat pictures took away
the crowd from those original artists who created them; the smelly
characters of these gaudy paints did not deter them.
| But can this very original and vigorous school of painting,
which formed a sort of window for the souls of Bengal, not be
revived now? This is a question which every artist and every
Bengali who loves his province and its culture should ask. |
But can this very original and vigorous school of painting, which
formed a sort of window for the souls of Bengal, not be revived
now? This is a question which every artist and every Bengali who
loves his province and its culture should ask. The real merit of
the art and the unquestioned superiority of its quality created
a great demand for these pictures throughout the country. I believe
the demand still exists and it is being met in a niggardly way by
those outrageous imitations of foreign make. It was more a spirit
of making money by any means, even by degrading the art instincts
of a people, that was more responsible than any actual decay of
good taste among our people. The oleograph pictures were thrust
upon the masses - the dallals and petty shopkeepers looked
to the immediate commission and neglected the artist craftsmen.
If we can now revive the old school of art, and produce similar
pictures now, I believe they will have a very great demand throughout
the country.

Lady with Parrot and Rose
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| But can this very original and vigorous school of painting,
which formed a sort of window for the souls of Bengal, not be
revived now? This is a question which every artist and every
Bengali who loves his province and its culture should ask. |
As a matter of fact, the Kalighat School of Bengal Art has been
a glory of Bengal's culture and it is our national duty to revive
the culture and glory. If false imitations can take advantage of
the popularity there is no reason why we should not revive the original
movement and drive out the imitators now, when the merit of the
original artists is being universally acknowledged and appreciated.
Even now a few stray patuas of the old school can be found
and if we encourage them and patronise them they can maintain their
old calling, and revive the Art in the near future. If we can also
arrange to train our young men in these lines they can easily find
a way of living by drawing with the help of pen and brush simple
drawings of popular interest and get good money out of them as in
the days of old. This is an aspect of the question that which our
artists should not neglect - they should not turn up their noses
at the idea of being a mere patuas.
| Bengal's traditional instinct lies with the methods of drawing
inculcated in the Kalighat School of Art and I think these methods
can be taught to our students much more easily than the complex
western processes |
As a matter of fact Bengal's traditional instinct lies with the
methods of drawing inculcated in the Kalighat School of Art and
I think these methods can be taught to our students much more easily
than the complex western processes. We hope our countrymen, who
are eager to regenerate the people and also those who are interested
in the development of art and culture of the country, should pay
attention to this very important item of Bengal's culture which
is really the pride of our country, and help in revivifying its
old glory and popularity.
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