Rapture, Rupture
‘Soon this will be a painting, a still mean in time / The trick, say painters, is to capture this instant and never let it die/ You and I, by this window, connected in a never ending now.’
— Moeen Faruqi
It is said that music is a means of capturing the human experience that connects us to something larger than ourselves. Witnessing Moeen Faruqi’s current solo show, New Memories, at Karachi’s Koel Gallery, it feels as if the musical rhythm of his early work has found a wider landscape for his depictions of urban life. The rhythm of jazz has been part of Faruqi’s visuals, serenading, weaving in and out of cityscapes, with distorted perspectives and figures that appear detached from their surroundings.
Faruqi’s show at Ali Imam’s Indus Gallery in 1993 set the tone for his subject matter. The imagery in those early canvases centred around the immediacy of the artist’s own home and people around him. One could see, for example, the tiles of his family home at Jamshed Road, windows looking into courtyards and neighbouring alleys and houses. He painted in oils and later acrylics and, perhaps because he was self-taught, he was free of the constraints of professional artists who get caught in the rhetoric of imagery and style. These visual stories narrate the connection between people and their private and social spaces. The viewer identifies with them, especially as they convey urban energies.
While Faruqi conveyed the collective angst of Karachi in the 1990s, his canvases brought hope in the vibrant Kharadar (an old city area of Karachi) greens and the warm yellow-oranges. Full orchestras of colour, jazz blues and an abundance of black outlining, these canvases were also stories of people meeting mostly indoors, in private parties or get-togethers to find respite from the insanity on the streets.
Moeen Faruqi moves away from storytelling towards the musical rhythm of his early work
He narrated his story, the surroundings and conversations through a strong interconnection of colour and form. It was articulated in his poetry as ‘the door to the balcony, the blue chair varnished by the sun’ or ‘the sofa, a Matisse kind of red, envelops sounds of love’, in the published poem Bay Window.
In New Memories, there is a departure towards more simplified flat shapes. The bright colours act as the backdrop to ongoing conversations among a man and a woman. In paintings such as ‘Jamshed Road’ and ‘Clifton Bridge’ there is a new use of white against the coloured surroundings and one cannot help but read into the story — the connectivity, or lack thereof, between two people. These anchors are found in different colours among varying shapes that bring instances of calm and the desire to let go of the figurative.