Kandinsky Meets Beethoven: The Sound Of Colours And The Shape Of Music

For two weeks in September 2020, I saw my daughter, S, trying out her school art teacher바카라�s prompt: attempting Wassily Kandinsky바카라�s synaesthetic technique of giving shape and colour to music. The piece that was given to them to do this exercise was Beethoven바카라�s 바카라�Moonlight Sonata바카라�, which she listened to on loop while working. Never mind that most of the drawing happened in quiet afternoons, with bright sunlight illuminating both the artist and her work.

I had seen few assignments that had invigorated her as much in the previous 18 Covid months. The last I could think of was another art assignment, the previous summer when they were taught the Pointillist style.

Wassily Kandinsky

We watched the video on Kandinsky that her teacher had uploaded for reference twice together. 바카라�For Kandinsky, every colour had a feeling, a sensation, and a sound바카라�, the narrative explained. The colours corresponded to instruments in his mind: warm red to 바카라�trumpets 바카라� strong, harsh and ringing바카라�; cool red to the 바카라�sad, middle tones of a cello바카라�; green to 바카라�the placid middle notes of a violin바카라�; violet to 바카라�an English horn, or the deep notes of a wood instrument바카라�, such as the bassoon; blue had a wide range 바카라� a light blue was 바카라�like a flute, a darker blue a cello, darker still, a thunderous double bass and the darkest blue of all, an organ바카라�. White and black corresponded not to specific instruments, but silence and pause in music 바카라� white had 바카라�the harmony of silence바카라�; and black represented 바카라�profound and final pauses바카라�.
S listened with attention to this section, learnt the names of instruments she had not known before, and the correspondence between sound and colour, as Kandinsky understood and articulated it. But she didn바카라�t strain herself to remember them, thankfully, concentrating instead on giving her own interpretation of Beethoven바카라�s music. 

 

바카라�Moonlight Sonata바카라�

I saw a swirl of shapes in her composition, with a few circles discernible in it and a prominent triangle; also the predominance of blue. I asked her why. 

바카라�Think of the night sky,바카라� she said.

바카라�What about the night sky? It바카라�s dark....바카라�

바카라�Yes, dark,바카라� she interrupted. 바카라�But the dark of indigo, not black.바카라�

바카라�Were you thinking of Van Gogh바카라�s 바카라�Starry Night바카라�?바카라� I asked, thinking back to one of her art lessons last year.

바카라�No, no바카라� I was just thinking of regular night sky,바카라� she clarified.

And then took off.

바카라�Just hearing the name of the music, 바카라�Moonlight Sonata바카라�, I thought of the night sky. Of deep, dark blue. Indigo is바카라� deep feelings. And the shapes바카라� the geometric shapes 바카라� they are very spontaneous. When you see clouds or stars in the sky, you can make anything out of them. Since I thought I had the freedom, I drew it like that바카라�바카라�

She paused. I knew she was not done; was just gathering her thoughts and catching her breath, before continuing, as it were, into the next movement of expression. I kept quiet, like I do in these moments, but I marveled at her attempt to articulate something that is difficult even for an adult.

바카라�I love the night sky, Mama.바카라�  

This sounded more like a confession. Indeed, there was more to come.

바카라�I love the peace and darkness of the night. It brings a quiet mood. I want to be by myself then. Feel more peaceful to be alone at night. The most special moments, I want to share with you. And the ones lesser than that, I want to share on my own바카라�. 
In her own way, my little one was expressing the human need for both solitude and company, I thought. But what struck me the most in all that she said was the way she matched colour with feeling: 바카라�Indigo is deep feeling바카라�.
I realised that she had taken the exercise of giving form and colour to music one step further 바카라� corresponding colour to feelings. I decided to explore that further.

 

The Colour of Emotions 

The next night, in bed, I asked: 바카라�So, for you, indigo is the colour of deep feelings?바카라�

바카라�Yup,바카라� pat came the reply.

바카라�Deep feelings바카라� as in pain?바카라�

바카라�No, no, pain is red,바카라� she sprung up to correct me.

바카라�Oh. And anger?바카라�

바카라�Orange바카라�. This she said widening her eyes and starting laughing. I knew why. We both find each other바카라�s anger funny. Her laughter was a reference to that.

바카라�And what colour is excitement?바카라� I continued, my curiosity having now become a game that we were both enjoying.

바카라�Hot pink,바카라� she said with a smile.

바카라�Happiness?바카라�

바카라�Yellow and green,바카라� she grinned.

바카라�Because they are bright and fresh?바카라�

She nodded her head vigorously.

바카라�Beauty?바카라�

바카라�White and aqua and teal바카라�.

바카라�They are very different colours, beta바카라�, I couldn바카라�t help saying.

바카라�Yes바카라� but... they are all바카라� beautiful바카라�! 

We both laughed out loud at this 바카라� at the limits of expression. It was also our acknowledgement of the limitations of rationalising feeling. Of course, I didn바카라�t tell her. What I did say, however, was that I thought she associated beauty 바카라� more than anything else 바카라� with tranquillity.

White and aqua and teal, all had that quality in common. 

S thought the game was over and lay back again, turning on her side and hugging me, as she is wont to while going to sleep. As she lay quiet, her eyes droopy but not yet closed, I asked her one last question.

바카라�What colour is nostalgia?바카라�

바카라�What is nostalgia?바카라�

바카라�Looking back to the past바카라� with longing바카라�

바카라�Longing바카라�?바카라�

바카라�Missing바카라�바카라�  

바카라�Oh, like missing Amsterdam?바카라� She was referring to the first five years of her life in Amsterdam when she lived with both her parents. 

바카라�Yes,바카라� I said, returning her wistful smile with mine.

바카라�It바카라�s grey and white, Mama바카라� memory is grey and white바카라�.

She had transitioned from 바카라�missing바카라� to 바카라�memory바카라� seamlessly. I didn바카라�t point that out to her, nor to the fact that she named 바카라�white바카라� as the colour of both 바카라�beauty바카라� and 바카라�memory바카라�. I was not sure what she said of colours were long thought-out associations in her mind or just spontaneous responses in a conversation. But the Kandinsky video and her art assignment played a part in it, I had no doubt. 
We went to sleep that night dreaming of colours.

Brief Previous Association

S has two-night duties: setting the morning alarm on her phone, and turning on 바카라�peaceful바카라� music (a new fetish of hers) while she is already in bed and waiting for me. I invariably take more time than I intend to before joining her, which irritates her no end. In the weeks of her Kandinsky exercise, the default music became 바카라�Moonlight Sonata바카라�. I didn바카라�t mind. Listening to it one night, I told her of the woman Beethoven had composed it for, when his hearing impairment had already set in, and how he went completely deaf later. She was in shock and disbelief (바카라�how can you compose music if you can바카라�t hear it바카라�) and refused to hear more about it. This has been her natural survival strategy in the last 4+ years after relocating to Kolkata 바카라� firmly shutting out the painful/unpleasant things she can바카라�t take, and shifting her attention elsewhere instead. In this case, she wanted to know of my brief previous association with Beethoven and Kandinsky, something I had mentioned to her in passing while she was drawing one afternoon.

Both predated her birth, in the two cities 바카라� continents apart 바카라� that I have known as home.

 

Calcutta School of Music

For more than a year, somewhere between 2004 and 2006, the first Friday of every month held a peculiar excitement for me. On those evenings, I would go to the Calcutta School of Music (CSM) to attend a western classical music class by the late Kishore Chatterji. I was not alone. I had a dear colleague-friend of mine for company. She had an important reason to attend those lectures: working on T.S. Eliot and western classical music as she did, she thought the course would help her in her research. I had a different motivation; I went because of an 바카라�interest바카라� that I had never really pursued. A radio programme airing western classical music that I listened to sporadically on Sundays in my teens would often move me to tears. That memory had stayed with me바카라� years later, I now wanted to belatedly explore that emotional effect.

The accent in the class was on listening. Kishore da wanted to attune our ears to the music he loved. He spoke very little. It was either to preface a piece of music or else, after playing it; he seldom interrupted to make a point in between. 15 years later, I can바카라�t recall any specific evening or lecture. I just recall the ritual it had become: the first-Friday-evening-of-the-month ritual, akin to a Friday night film show, in terms of anticipation and excitement. And this show never disappointed; it was one hour of pure delight, immersed in music in a semi-dark hall, with a group of intent listeners forming a silent community. For most of that hour, my eyes would be closed. When Kishore da spoke, I scribbled sometimes in a small notebook. 

That notebook sat snug in an inner flap of a leather handbag that one of my dearest cousins had gifted me on my wedding: a brown sleek affair that I used only on those evenings. The notebook, too, was taken out only then. My 바카라�interest바카라� developed into a kind of nodding acquaintance, over that year, with some representative pieces by Vivaldi, Bach, Mozart, Beethoven, Debussy, Tchaikovsky (among the ones I can remember now) and many others. Thereafter, however, once the classes stopped, there was no movement forward바카라� till S was made to dance to Vivaldi바카라�s 바카라�Spring바카라� in 2018, in her first-ever public performance with her ballet class in Kolkata. 바카라�Four Seasons바카라� is the only piece of western classical music that I can say I know well, after hearing it night and day for several months. 바카라�Moonlight Sonata바카라� is becoming a close second, this time prompted not by S바카라�s dance but her artwork.   

Van Gogh Museum

Unlike Beethoven, my first acquaintance with Kandinsky was not in Kolkata, but Amsterdam 바카라� at a wonderful Exhibition on 바카라�Expressionism바카라� in the Van Gogh Museum (VGM) in 2007/2008. I distinctly remember being drawn to the work of Egon Schiele and bringing home a poster. Also remember taking copious notes, coping down entire texts from the museum walls, starting with the one on the almanac 바카라�Der Blaue Reiter바카라� that had taken its name from Kandinsky바카라�s 1903 painting. 

The poster had hung on the wall of the living room, in the rented apartment in Amstelveen we had first lived in, in the Netherlands. I바카라�m not sure whether I have any photographs of it, though in my mind바카라�s eye, I can still see it clearly. I바카라�ve lost that first notebook, too, the one I used to take on my museum visits in the first two years. There is abundant material on Schiele and 바카라�Der Blaue Rieter바카라� on the internet; everything is Google-able, after all. I don바카라�t need to fall back on a long lost notebook and its scribbles to access information. But I wish I could leaf through it now바카라� if only to re-visit what struck me the most then.

I had also written a longish piece on the Exhibition 바카라� not exactly with publication in mind, but just in an effort to understand what I바카라�d seen better.

 

We had a museum just around the corner from where we lived 바카라� CoBrA Museum of Modern Art 바카라� across the 바카라�Binnenhof바카라�, above which our block of apartments was located. Amstelveen Binnenhof also happened to be a tram terminus, that of Tram Lijn 5, that took one to Amsterdam Centraal station. Somewhere in between, about 20/25 minutes into the ride, one reached Museumplein, close to the centre of the city, with a vast green in the middle, flanked on the one side by Concertgebouw and on the other far side by Rijksmuseum, with the Stedelijk and Van Gogh Museums in between. Dam Square 바카라� the other tourist hotspot 바카라� came to a few stops later, half encircled by the royal palace and the Nieuwe Kerk. One reached the Centraal station a couple of minutes after that. 

I loved the ride from Amstelveen Binnenhof to Museumplein, loved to walk the stretch of the plein and visit the Exhibitions at VGM.
In 2006, when I was there for only a few months, I had already visited the major museums of the city, buying museum guides for myself and postcards and gifts for family and friends from the museum shops. But when I shifted base in 2007, I would frequent VGM much more. I can바카라�t recall all that I바카라�ve seen, but I did visit some fabulous Exhibitions 바카라� the one on 바카라�Expressionism바카라� being one of them. Another, on John Everett Millais, stands out 바카라� not just for the gorgeous catalogue that I triumphantly brought home, but also and especially for the poster of 바카라�Ophelia바카라� that graced our new/owned apartment for years. I have many photographs of that.

I continued buying museum memorabilia and gifts over the years during my visits, sometimes eating in the museum cafeteria, or else, in Café Cobra on the Museum Square outside. VGM had become a kind of 바카라�thyek바카라� for me, especially in the first two years. It lessened considerably in the next few, and almost stopped after S was born. I visited twice after her birth 바카라� the first time taking her in a pram to the inauguration of a new building; and in the summer of 2016, took my bestie (herself an artist) when she came visiting. Van Gogh had been a cementing bond between us way back in the 1990s when I had gifted Irving Stone바카라�s Lust for Life on one of her birthdays. She turned to art definitively after reading that book and Vincent became a part of us ever since.

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S didn바카라�t know about Expressionism or the Exhibitions I visited before she was born, and she had no idea of tram routes in Amsterdam, but she was well aware of the fact that VGM has a special place in my heart, as indeed the city of Amsterdam. It was CSM that was a complete revelation for her, and she heard about it with the same rapt attention that she gives to all my family stories. She loves digging into my past, especially my childhood with my sister. Also, any and every story to do with Amsterdam 바카라� which, for her, was basically Buitenveldert (the residential district in Amsterdam Zuid, where we lived) and our apartment on the ninth floor of one of the tallest buildings there.  

It바카라�s remarkable how much she remembers her first five years in that apartment and that neighbourhood. Her memory, as she told me, is shaded white and grey. Mine is always sepia-tinted. On moonlit nights, on the balcony of my Kolkata home, we sometimes share our nostalgia 바카라� feeling the same feeling in different colours, with Beethoven in our ears.

(Rituparna Roy is an academic and writer based in Kolkata. She is the Initiator of the Kolkata Partition Museum Project.)