THE BOMBAY REVIVAL OF INDIAN ART.
A descriptive account of the Indian Room constructed and decorated by the Staff and Students of the School of Art.
By W.E. GLADSTONE SOLOMON,
Indian Educational Service, Principal, Sir J.J. School of Art, Bombay; Curator, Art Section Prince of Wales’ Museum, Bombay
with Notes on Indian Architecture, Pottery, Arts and Crafts, and the Bombay Art Society, by well known Experts.
Illustrated by Students of the School of Art. Photographs by Messrs. Chaudhary and Shivshankar.
Contents
Chapter I. |
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Chapter II. |
10 |
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Chapter III. |
The Indian Room—Statuettes, Furniture, Ornaments, and Pottery |
22 |
Chapter IV. |
33 |
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Chapter V. |
47 |
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Chapter VI. |
53 |
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Chapter VII. |
61 |
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Chapter VIII. |
72 |
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Chapter IX. |
83 |
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Chapter X. |
92 |
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Chapter XI. |
102 |
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Chapter XII. |
112 |
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NOTES. |
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“India and its inhabitants were not to him, as to most Englishmen, mere names and abstractions, but a real country and a real people. The burning sun, the strange vegetation of the palm and cocoa tree, the rice field, the tank, the huge trees, older than the Mogul empire, under which the village crowds assemble, the thatched roofs of the peasant’s hut, the rich tracery of the mosque where the Imaum prays with his face to Mecca, the drums, and banners, and gaudy idols, the devotee swinging in the air, the graceful maiden, with the pitcher on her head, descending the steps to the riverside, the black faces, the long beards, the yellow streaks of sect, the turbans and the flowing robes, the spears and the silver maces, the elephants with their canopies of state, the gorgeous palanquin of the prince and the close litter of the noble lady, all these things were to him as the objects amidst which his own life had been passed, as the objects which lay on the road between Beaconsfield and St. James’ Street. All India was present to the eye of his mind, from the halls where suitors laid gold and perfumes at the feet of sovereigns, to the wild moor where the gipsy camp was pitched, from the, bazaar, humming like a bee-hive with the crowd of buyers and sellers, to the jungle where the lonely courier shakes his bunch of iron rings to scare away the hyanas. He had just as lively an idea of the insurrection at Benares, as of Lord George Gordon’s riots, and of the execution of Nuncomar as of the execution of Dr. Dodd. Oppression in Bengal was to him the same thing as oppression in the streets of London”
—Lord Macaulay’s description of Edmund Burke in “Warren Hastings”