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By Holland Cotter
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That all but a handful of the 75 sculptures are from museums in Lahore Karachi South Asia
is fraught, even in the best of times. For an entire show of loans to make the
trip, and in a period when Pakistan United States Pakistan Paradise .” (Dated to the fourth century A.D., it’s
a kind of flash-mob version of heaven.)
But most of what’s here is neither dramatic nor grand: a chunk of a
column; a head knocked from a statue; a panel sliced from some
long-since-crumbled wall. Like most museum shows aiming for a big-picture view
of a vanished world, it’s a scattering of small effects: precious scraps and
remnants. For every stand-back-and-stare item, there are a dozen others that
require close-up scrutiny and informed historical imagining to make their
point.
The multilayered and time-obscured history of ancient Gandhara is
particularly difficult to grasp. The area, which encompassed what is now
northwestern Pakistan Afghanistan
Over time Greco-Bactrians, Scythians and Parthians dominated the
terrain. Then, around the first century A.D., the Kushans, originally nomads
from the steppe-lands north of China
They were genuine cosmopolitans, linked to the Mediterranean , Persia China
The exhibition, organized by Adriana Proser, a curator at Asia Society,
begins by showing elements interacting. The first thing you see is a
substantial female figure carved from the dark schist that was the common stone
of the region. She has a funny look, familiar but not. She’s dressed in a sort
of cocktail-dress version of a Roman stola; her hairdo is pure 1970s Charlie’s
Angels, long but with back-flipped bangs.
Because she wears a helmet, she’s been called Athena in the past, though
she probably represents some regional genius loci modeled, at a remove of
thousands of miles, on Greco-Roman prototypes. Another female figure with
comparable features has more certain identity. Much as she resembles a Roman
goddess of good fortune, the three clinging children she juggles mark her as
the Buddhist deity Hariti, an infant-gobbling demon, who, after a little enlightenment,
changed her ways.
The culture mix thickens further. On a fragmentary stone panel we find
in relief a Persian-style column with an Indian nature goddess posed in front
of it. A squat stone figure in baggy Kushan pants turns out to be Skanda, the
Hindu god of war. And a stele devoted mainly to sober scenes from Buddha’s life
doubles as a playground for dozens of cupids.
The point is, Gandharan art was all over the map. Yet confusion sparked
innovation. The first known figurative images of the Buddha are thought to have
emerged from this region. So did, despite all the crazy components, an
instantly recognizable sculptural style, on persuasive display in the second of
the show’s three sections.
Here we find the classic Gandharan Buddha. Dating from the second to
fifth century A.D., he is a standing figure in an ankle-length tunic and a
togalike cloak that falls in rhythmical folds, with hints at the shape of the
body beneath. The facial features are symmetrical and crisply cut, and
idealized, though on ethnic and aesthetic terms different from those of a Greek
Apollo.
On the whole the image is naturalistic in a way that the purely Indian
equivalents being carved from sandstone farther south were not. And the
naturalism is especially pronounced in Gandharan images of bodhisattvas, those
evolved beings who postpone nirvana to aid struggling creatures on earth.
One example from the Lahore Museum
The show’s highlight, “Vision of a Buddha’s Paradise ,” is in this section too, and culturally
everything comes together here. The big Buddha seated at its center wears an
off-the-shoulder robe, South Indian tropical attire, while a couple dozen of
mini-bodhisattvas around him mix and match international fashions, with no two
outfits, or gestures, or poses, quite the same. Two figures gaze raptly up at
the Buddha; another, chin propped on hand, looks daydreamingly away; far below,
two tiny observers feed lotuses to fish in a stream.
Was this really designed as a vision of Paradise ? We don’t know, though we might if we had
some clue as to the piece’s original setting, probably as one of several
related panels in an architectural context. But, as is true of most Gandharan
art collected before very recent times, such information went unrecorded, and
an accurate sense of what this art meant to its makers and early viewers is
lost.
Ms. Proser addresses the issue of context in the exhibition’s last
section, which is in its own gallery, by going with what we know: that much
Buddhist art from Gandhara took the form of carved narrative panels depicting
episodes from the life of the Buddha; that these panels once appeared on the
walls of sanctuaries or cylindrical stupa mounds; and that many of the artists
were entertaining storytellers.
Their skills are evident in the sequence of a dozen or so panels
arranged around a stupalike structure in the gallery. In one, the Buddha’s
mother, Maya, anticipates his birth in a dream, and the artist has made her
look like a Roman matron en déshabillé and asleep on her couch. But in a second
panel, carved by a different artist and showing the infant Buddha being
examined by a sage, we’ve switched countries and cultures: now we’re in a land
of turbans, boots and layered outwear.
A third episode takes place after the Buddha’s enlightenment, as the
lords of the four directions, essentially Vedic or Hindu beings, decorously
offer him bowls of food. And a panel set next to that is packed with the
figures of demons who had tried hard to prevent that enlightenment. The scene
looks like a Wookiee convention. It’s very funny, but also rich with
information about armor and weaponry in use centuries ago.
For historians the value of an exhibition is in just such details, while
for nonspecialists the main attraction is likely to be visual impact.
Ordinarily, I’d rather look at Kushan-era Buddhist art carved farther south
from rosy Indian sandstone than at sculpture made in cold, dark stone in
Gandhara. (Asia Society had a show of both in 1986.) But that’s just
personal taste, and, besides, the show has changed my mind about this: it
pulses with human warmth. That’s one of the things we go to great art for,
though in this case, and against very long odds, some of that great art has
come to us.
