Sultan's eyes saw wondrous landscapes and diverse places, but none inspired him more than his native Narail. To the town, their Lal Mia was renowned as artist, flautist, wanderer and vagabond. He may have left this earth in 1994 but Sultan's tune in Narail plays strong, still now.
Detail of a large portrait of SM Sultan that features at the SM Sultan Memorial Gallery in Narail.
Even today, Narail doesn't suffer much from big city problems. There might be small-town electric-engine jams around Roopganj Bazar time to time but they're not much to contend with. There's little risk of arriving late for an appointment.
In the mid 1970s the town was quieter still. When carpenter's son Narayan Chandra Biswas arrived on an empty stomach with time to spare it was a simple matter to set off for a meal. He'd come from Itna village in Lohagara to support his older brother Krishna on the day of Krishna's BA exam at Victoria College. The exam would start in an hour.
Krishna likewise thought little of Narayan disappearing from the hostel. He gave ten taka for food. What neither brother considered was the risk inherent in a flute song.
Narayan had almost reached the desired shop beside the Chitra when that soulful, melancholy melody first caught his ear. He saw a crowd listening attentively. “The flute pulled me in,” recalls Narayan, “I saw a tall, handsome figure in a long, black kurta and scarf. He had curly black hair falling down his neck in waves.”
When the song abruptly ended Narayan stayed put. “I was hypnotised by that man's deeply inspiring speech. His words were not of lesser value than his song. Not a single person left.”
The man spoke of walking along a country road. He described paddy swaying back and forth. As he spoke he smiled a little in the corners of his lips, and he eventually stopped and said, “You know, in the eyes of an artist nothing seen is valueless.”1
The eyes of Sheikh Mohammad Sultan had seen much by the mid 1970s. Born the son of a mason in 1923 they'd seen poverty. In Kolkata and later in Karachi they'd seen periods of mingling with the elite, where appreciation of Sultan's artistic skills had opened doors. In the Second World War years SM Sultan's eyes had learnt the barrage of visual surprises in store for any wanderer, including one selling cheap portraits to British soldiers through North India. They'd seen exhibition tours to America and Europe; and Kashmir's beauty.2
But the scenery that captivated the most, the place that endured was Narail. Affectionately called Lal Mia in the town, he was known to wander the Chitra's banks with his flute melodies, to stay out all night and sleep at the Shiva temple. He was a skilled dancer, a Bohemian and a vagrant.
Children's art competition at the SM Sultan Memorial Gallery, organised by Shilpakala Academy for SM Sultan Utsob 2014. Photos: Andrew Eagle
True to his words SM Sultan found value in all he saw. As a child, a piece of charcoal was an invitation to draw upon the walls. Through India and Kashmir dreamy landscapes found their way onto canvas in watercolour and in oil. But it was in Narail he found his most distinctive style – those iconic rural scenes where the figures have exaggerated muscles in place of the thin, bony reality of the peasant farmer.
Sultan had training: at the Kolkata Art College; and he named one Rongolal, a village artist from Kalia Upazila in Narail who'd instructed him from a small age, as his master.
Yet perhaps Sultan's own paintings are properly understood as temporary outbursts of creativity – an act of painting that was an end in itself. Sultan took little care of his finished works and many are lost. He was unconcerned about using materials that would preserve. Sultan's song was never about a legacy of artwork, but of ideas.
With the support of friends and sympathetic local officials he founded a Fine Arts Institute in Narail. He taught many, of varying talent, often for free. Sultan didn't seek to hoard the value in what his artist's eyes had seen. He wanted to share it. He sought to encourage, challenge and extend: to disseminate the ever present liberation and self-realisation in art.
Not many evenings ago I reached a pleasant flat in the alleyways behind Dhaka's Farm Gate. The location was enviable, featuring an open terrace – rare in the mayhem of the city. I was there to meet 60-year-old artist Bimanesh Chandra Biswas, an ex-chairman of Khulna University Fine Arts Institute and one of SM Sultan's students.
He's not an easy man to catch, commuting weekly back to his Narail home where he runs art workshops for children. We settle in the small living room that features various ongoing artworks – which seem to be the room's real owners.
“What people underestimate,” he says, “is the spiritual quality of Sultan's work. I believe he was the Subcontinent's only truly spiritual artist. He had a strong faith.”
To illustrate his point, Bimanesh draws my attention to one of Sultan's most famous paintings, First Plantation from 1975. The painting features a very muscular man planting a small tree. Overhead are two angels, alternatively nominated as images of Cupid.
Artist Bimanesh Chandra Biswas is a former student of SM Sultan. Photos: Andrew Eagle
While this painting has been described by research scholar Dr Rafiqul Alam as demonstrating man's power over nature – and he asserts Sultan confessed that he believed in mysticism rather than spiritualism,3 to Bimanesh the painting depicts the Creator's blessings bestowed upon humankind. In his view, the muscular image of the man arises from the nutrition and wealth represented in the tree, delivered by angels from God. The man's strength is not a power over nature but from nature – how a small tree can make a man big.
Similarly, although it is asserted that the muscular rural figures common to Sultan's work depict the working man as a hero, perhaps as Sultan wished they were and to the point of being a political statement, and concurrently reducing the natural scene to mere backdrop status,4 Bimanesh does not agree. To him, Sultan was demonstrating nature-mankind interconnectedness.
Bimanesh recalls his first meeting with the great artist. His father, Sultan's former classmate, had taken him to Sultan's house when he was nine years old. “When I saw Sultan's hands drawing, it was like magic,” he says. Bimanesh became Sultan's student in the late 1950s.
He was impressed by Sultan's devotion to Narail and the villages, the life his Guru chose over pursuing more materialistic success as an artist in Dhaka. It wasn't easy to access paint materials in Narail, and Sultan often made his own paints from local pigments and used jute canvases. For varnish he used gaber gam, the resin of a local type of fruit tree. “You will notice that many of his paintings use only few colours, maybe two or three,” Bimanesh remarks, “and Sultan often did not fully finish a painting before moving on to the next.”
Bimanesh showed artistic promise. In 1975 Sultan took him to Dhaka to admit him into the Fine Arts Institute – the first of Sultan's students to follow that path. Bimanesh did well and upon graduation was offered a job as a designer with the shoe company Bata, for a then-lucrative salary of 15,000 taka. They promised to send him to Europe to study shoe design. Bimanesh consulted his Guru.
“For the whole of your life you will design only shoes? You will not make your sons?” said Sultan. He encouraged Bimanesh to join the teaching staff at Khulna Fine Arts Institute, which set the course of his career. He wanted Bimanesh to make artists not footwear.
A participating artist at the SM Sultan Utsob 2014 poses with his Christianity inspired sculpture. Photo: Andrew Eagle
The last major exhibition of Bimanesh's own work was a watercolour landscape series, “Rural Nature” hosted by Dhaka's Bengal Gallery in 2011. It is unsurprising that a protégé of Sultan's would find rural landscapes inspiring. “I thought about the motherland,” says Bimanesh.
But more recently his mind has become occupied with the Creator of that motherland's beauty. His contemporary works are concerned with spirituality and feature religious symbols – all religions are paths to the one God – with terracotta relief elements and angels. “Artistic styles change as artists mature,” he says.
I ask if he can paint a little. He pulls pots of paint from under the sofa.
When Narayan Chandra Biswas understood it was Lal Mia who stood before him he was astounded. From childhood he had heard – Lal Mia could draw fine pictures, he had no family of his own and kept animals and pet birds. And in those few moments Narayan had learnt that speaking gently with good pronunciation was also a form of art.
Before he realised, the hour was gone. Narayan awoke from his trance at the sound of the Victoria College bell signalling the start of Krishna's exam. He ran to the hostel but his brother had left.
“Did you get lost?” his brother asked after the exam. Narayan started to explain but before he finished his brother's roommate interrupted, “Krishna, can it not be that your brother fell in love with Lal Mia's song?”
Krishna saw the point. “Yes, some of Lal Mia's disease is also in my brother.”
Since childhood Narayan had pursued drawing as a hobby. Being from a poor family he knew not to dream of attending an art college, yet after his chance meeting with Sultan his enthusiasm grew. If only he could learn some techniques... But he was too shy to ask.
It was some years later when Narayan was already a teacher at Itna High School that the chance came for a proper introduction. A junior friend, Ali Azgar Raja, was already taking lessons from Sultan and encouraged Narayan to accompany him.
“If you agree, then sometimes...” Narayan said nervously to Sultan; but before he could finish the sentence Sultan laughed sweetly and said, “It is okay – sometimes you will come.” Noticing Narayan was older Sultan continued, “For learning there is no age limit. Rabindranath Tagore started his painting addiction when he was sixty.”
And when Narayan explained he could not think of attending an art college because his father was just a carpenter, Sultan replied, “My father was a mason. Those who are creating something, they are artists.” For SM Sultan, artistic thought and creative act was where merit lay, more than in the created article.
He also said, “If you want to learn art it is like focusing torch light on the night sky. The light will never find a boundary. If you want to learn such a thing, so start!”
SM Sultan, who never married, created a family from those close to him. Photo: Andrew Eagle
Narayan continued to visit SM Sultan as he could, and Sultan sought to encourage him. Upon receiving an invitation to visit Itna, Sultan said if his Narayan Babu and Raja Saheb held an art exhibition there he was sure to be at the opening. As it happened progressive Itna was due to inaugurate their public library and in order to ensure Sultan's attendance the local authorities offered funds for Narayan and Raja to organise their exhibition.
On 24 November 1993 SM Sultan took his first steps on Itna's soil. “You see those birds playing? Do you know what it means?” he asked Narayan, “Those birds are ready to receive the newcomer. They are ready for me.”
It might be that Narayan's paintings will never hang in a national gallery – but Sultan's song is a cherished gift. According to Bimanesh, Sultan said that if a man had no money or property to donate as zakat he could donate knowledge. And with Sultan's tuition, Narayan was brave enough to paint the image of his mother, who died when he was young, of whom there are no photographs. That is of course, no small thing.
In any case, to be a village artist is not to be less than one Rongolal – Sultan's master.
If ever there was a small town more taken with art and creativity than Narail I have not seen it. With numerous celebrations of Sultan throughout the year and weekly art tuition for children it is easy to say that SM Sultan succeeded in his wish that art should flourish.
And among the participants at the Sultan fairs and exhibitions, if you look you might just spot 80-year-old Niha Bela Saha. SM Sultan made his family of people close to him and Niha became as a daughter.
Although she was not his student, Sultan did not refrain from challenging her. On one occasion he took her to Narayanganj to a festival, and the organisers, on hearing Sultan's daughter was in attendance, requested her to give a speech. Having never imagined she would do such a thing – she didn't know how to handle the microphone or what to say – she was terrified. But due to the crowd's pressure she stood there, and SM Sultan stood just behind her, quietly whispering the right words into her ear. “It was a really memorable day,” Niha recalls.
“I never met anyone like him,” she says, “He had no pride. Such a good person! Such an artist! There will be none like him.” Bimanesh and Narayan would both agree.
There were those who were quick to say that Lal Mia was a madman. It's not surprising for one who did not value possessions or conformity to life's predictable course to be labelled as such. If art can bring the self-assurance of self-knowledge that opens horizons to the broader world, when true caring for humans in general becomes possible: then from the life of SM Sultan we can understand that the true meaning of eccentric is, sometimes, wise.
1. The experiences of Narayan Chandra Biswas in this article researched from interview and his book in Bangla, Chitra o Modhumoti Parer Kotha.
2. Details of SM Sultan's life in this article researched from Subir Choudhury (ed), S.M. Sultan, Bangladesh Shilpakala Academy, Dhaka 2003.
3. Ibid. p. 24
4. Ibid. p.22