Beranda Tokoh Islam Gus Mus Short Story of Gus Mus: Painting of Calligraphy

Short Story of Gus Mus: Painting of Calligraphy



Starting from the visit of an old friend Hardi. An accomplished painter follows his own ideals and follows in the footsteps of many other artists: doing business; even though his business is still within the scope of his mastery. Like most of its people, Hardi is very sensitive to market will. He now paints everything as long as it is expensive. Perhaps because of his intelligence, he was soon able to capture the age and follow him. He painted from beautiful women, state dignitaries, to calligraphy.

According to Hardi, his arrival in addition to hospitality, wanted to chat with Ustadz Bachri about calligraphy. Ustadz Bachri himself, who understood a little more about Arabic calligraphy, immediately welcomed him enthusiastically.

However, it turned out that the guest spoke more about the schools of art ranging from naturalists, surrealists, expressionists, dadaists, and whatever else. About painting techniques, about composition, about perspective, and other terms that he himself just heard that time. It seems that it was deliberately lecturing Ustadz Bachri about art and especially art.

What made Ustadz Bachri rather surprised, it turns out, even though he often exhibited calligraphy, Hardi did not know the rules of writing Arabic khath. Do not know the difference between Naskh and Tsuluts, Diewany and Faarisy, or Riq'ah and Kufi. Especially the philosophy. He said he originally “drew” the writing, imitating the Quran or other Arabic-written books. He was only interested in the meaning of the verse he knew through the Quran Translation of the Ministry of Religion, then he poured the verse into paper or canvas. If the verse speaks of the creation of the heavens and the earth, then he also paints a scene, then the verse above is written on it. If not, he wrote the selected verse in certain forms which according to the meaning of the verse. There are letters which he forms like mega, birds, tigers, puppet figures, etc.


Ustadz Bachri was grateful for the arrival of his friend who, although somewhat pretentious, had given him insight into the arts, especially art. *** 19659005] ABOUT the story, as soon as the guest said goodbye as usual Ustadz Bachri accompanied him to the door. Well, before going out across the door of his house, the guest suddenly stopped as surprised. His eyes looked at the Arabic-written paper tacked on the door, then he said, “What is that writing? Who wrote? “

Ustadz Bachri smiled,” That's tattoo. I wrote it myself. “

” Rajah? “

” Yes, said Kiai who gave the diploma, it was the antidote tattoo. “

” That's why the color is strange; what do you write? “His eyes blinked continuously at the door.

” Use ordinary food and Chinese ink mixed with za'faran oil a little. “The oil is included in the terms of writing the tattoo.”

“Wow,” said the guest, still not taking his eyes off the writing above the door, “you must paint calligraphy.”

“Me? I paint calligraphy? “He said with a spontaneous laugh.

” No. I am serious about this, “said the guest,” you must paint calligraphy. The scratches of character have character. (“What is the purpose of this?” Ustadz Bachri wondered, not understanding). If possible on canvas. Know canvas right ?! Yes yes Three months later, friends of calligraphy painters happened to be exhibiting; Later, you will join. Yes, yes! “

Ustadz Bachri was speechless, but a feeling of challenge appeared in him. Why not, he thought. People who don't know khath just dare to show off their calligraphy, why doesn't he? However, when urged by his guest, he just nodded as he nodded.

After the guest left, he was truly obsessed with painting calligraphy. Every time sitting alone, he doodles paper, writing verses that he memorized. He opened the books about khath and the history of the development of Arabic writing. In fact, he needed to come to the city to just see the paintings on display in the galleries and shops, before finally he decided to buy canvas, paint, and brushes.

The children and his wife were rather confused also saw him coming from the city carrying souvenirs. Even more surprised when he explained that he was the one who would paint. Although at first his wife and children laughed at him, but seeing his seriousness, they were also busy encouraging. They cheerfully helped to clean up and clean the warehouse he was going to use for “painting studio”.

Maybe he did not want to be disturbed or ashamed to be seen by people, Ustadz Bachri chose midnight to paint. His wife and children were usually already asleep, when he began to enter the warehouse struggling with paint and canvas. Sometimes until dawn, he just came out. In the warehouse that is now also the studio, scattered several canvas which has been covered with paint without form. Among them there is already such a thick layer of paint, because it is often suppressed. Because once he feels uncomfortable with his almost finished painting, he immediately presses it with another paint and starts over. That happened repeatedly. “It turned out that it was difficult to paint it too,” he said to himself one time, “it's easy to write using kalam on paper.”

Almost Ustadz Bachri was desperate. But, his wife and children always throw questions or comments that sound in his ears like satirizing him. So, he was determined, whatever happened there must be his paintings that were made to be included in the exhibition.
Until finally, when a courier sent by his friend Hardi, came to take his painting for the promised exhibition, he was just or not, thank God, already successfully handed over a “painting”.

When the courier asked for the title of the painting and the desired price, he immediately felt like he was being ridiculed. But then he just said whatever. “Just tell Mas Hardi, it's up to him!” He said.

He didn't expect it at all. ***

EVEN though there was shame and inferiority, he also arrived at the opening of the exhibition to please his friend Hardi , who repeatedly called for him to come. It turned out that the exhibition, where the single “painting” was included, was held in a star hotel. Wow, shame and low self-esteem even more peaked.

Clumsily and clandestinely he sneaked in between visitors. From a distance he saw Hardi repeatedly turning right to left. Maybe looking for him. There were short speeches and speeches from famous art figures, but he could not calmly listen, let alone enjoy them. He was busy searching for his “paintings” among rows of calligraphy paintings on display which on average looked beautiful and charming. Moreover, it is installed in such a way that the lighting is arranged nicely to support the appearance of each painting. “Does my painting also look beautiful here?” He thought, “where was my painting put up?”

Until finally, when the speeches were over and the visitors were watching the paintings on display, he who drew himself among the visitors, they have not yet found the painting. Suddenly snapped in his head “Do you think my painting was flipped, not included in the exhibition, because it did not meet the standards.” Strange, getting this thought, he suddenly became calm. He no longer hid himself behind the visitors' backs. In fact, he deliberately approached the Hardi who seemed to be scattering to a crowd of visitors clustered in front of one of the paintings. The painting itself was almost invisible to him, many heads were watching him.

“Here he is!” Hardi suddenly shouted when he saw it. He was so embarrassed to be seen by so many people, “This is the painter!” Hardi said again, then addressed himself, “Where have you been? Has it come from before? Here here. This, this father is a collector from Jakarta, wants to buy a painting of a champan. He wrote the lyrics that were displayed below the painting that explained the painting data. Next to his name, he was interested in the title (which Hardi certainly made): Alifku Upright Everywhere. Wow, Hardi turned out to be not only good at painting, but also good at making great titles, he thought. On the canvas there is only one letter, the letter alif. More shocked when he read the numbers in the price statement. He almost didn't believe his eyes: 10,000 US dollars, ten thousand US dollars! Crazy!

“When I saw your painting, I was immediately interested;” suddenly the father of the collector said while patting his shoulder, “especially after your friend explained his meaning and philosophy. Amazing! ”

He blushed. Hardi whispered, “Congratulations, he bought this sampanan painting!”

“He said, this is your first time participating in the exhibition,” said the collector's father again without noticing his bright red expression, “continue painting from inside like this.” [19659005] (“Painting from the inside? What is this too?” He thought)

Journalists told him to stand near the alif painting to take pictures. He is really embarrassed. The reporters' questions were answered blindly. What do you want to say?

The next day, almost all the mass media published news about the exhibition whose content was dominated by coverage of him and his paintings. Almost all newspapers, both capital cities and regions, complete the news by displaying their photos. Unfortunately in all the photos there were no alif paintings at all. Only he was standing next to a blank canvas!

A few days later, several reporters came to the house of Ustadz Bachri. Various questions about the alif paintings are shocking. About the creative process, about how he discovered the alif painting idea, about his artistic principles, etc. Like when the exhibition he came from answered.

When lunch, his wife and children replace it with various questions about the alif painting.

“Why are you guys, why come along like a journalist ?!”

“No sir, what is interesting about your painting? How come it was bought so expensive? “Asked his eldest son.

” Why did you just write an alif? “Asked the youngest before he could answer his sister's question,” why not all Bismillah, Allahu Akbar, or at least Allah, as generally calligraphy is there? “

His wife also didn't want to lose, apparently. Impatiently waiting for him to answer the questions of his children.

“Frankly speaking, Mas, what knowledge do you use, how come your paintings cannot be photographed?”

Ustadz Bachri shook his head. To reporters and others, he could not be honest, but to his own family how could he hide something. Didn't he himself teach and start the tradition of openness at home.

“Look,” he said as he relaxed his seat; while everyone waits attentively,

“frankly; I myself did not expect it at all. You know, I painted because it was forced by Hardi, our guest is the painter. I feel challenged. “

” I myself just realized that even though I mastered the khath rules, it turned out that painting calligraphy was not as easy as I thought. Moreover, you know yourself, before I never painted. Look, in our warehouse, so many canvases that I failed to write. In fact, I was almost desperate and would decide to cancel my participation in the exhibition. But, Hardi insisted on pushing me all the time. “

” Then, when the paints that I bought were almost gone, I just remembered seeing a calligraphy exhibition for MTQ a dozen years ago, a great painter showing his calligraphy which depicts he was praying and on his head there was a recitation of Allah. I also thought why didn't I write God? “

Ustadz Bachri stopped again, improved his seat, then he continued,” When I was ready to paint, there were only two colors left in the paint: white and silver. But, my determination is round, so that only with these two colors, my calligraphy painting must be made. I start writing alif. I felt the letters I wrote were very good, according to the standard of the Jaliy Tsuluts letter. However, when I looked at the location of my alif writing right in the middle of the canvas. If I continue to write God, according to my taste at that time, it will be waguy, not right. So, yes, I don't need to continue. Just that alif. “

” So, did you want to write Allah? “Interrupted the youngest.

” Yes, the original intention was. What I myself was confused, why was people's attention so great for my alif painting. I also did not know what Hardi said to the collector from Jakarta, but my guess was what made my painting so valuable. Including the idea of ​​giving such a manly title. “

” However, you have not answered my question, “said his wife,” what do you use, so that the painting of the champagne is not finished and only a blank canvas is given a frame? “

” Wow, you are participating in believing in mysticism ?! What is the science? I said earlier, I painted the alif with only two colors left. A little white for the background and a little silver for the alif letters. Maybe, yes, because silver on white makes it invisible when photographed. “

His wife and children don't ask anymore; but Ustadz Bachri did not know whether they believed the explanation or not.

This Article Was Published On : ISLAMI.CO

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