For Recipients Unknown (bottled message, with return address)
by Chaitanya Sambrani First published in Jitish Kallat: Terranum Nuncius, 2020.
The Greek and Latin etymological roots of the word ellipsis link it to the geometrical figure of the ellipse or regular oval, something we commonly think of in terms of planetary orbital paths. Defined as an oblique section of a cone
read more In Conversation with Jitish Kallat
by Nadia Nooreyezdan Around twenty students from Jitish Kallat’s alma mater, the Sir J.J. School of Art, arrive at Famous Studios in Mumbai at the same time as I do, for a walkthrough of Kallat’s first solo show in the city in five years. As the students take in Terranum Nuncius, a show unveiling two of Kallat’s
read more The Urban Bard of the 1990s
by Georgina Maddox One has seen Jitish Kallat’s growth from the bespectacled youth in Corpse Cry, a self-portrait that spoke of mortality, way back in 2001, to the Autosaurus (the humble auto) that featured in the first India Art Fair in 2008, and humorously spoke of creatures born of urban dystopia. Other
read more CC interviews Jitish Kallat on his new public sculpture, 'Here After Here After Here'
by Critical Collective CC: This is your first permanent sculpture on public display. What is the context for this work in the particular location in Lower Austria? Tell us about the manner in which the piece evolved.
Jitish: The project began with the Advisory Council of Public Art Lower Austria inviting me
read more When Flesh Creeps, the Mind Boggles
by Peter Nagy What a peculiar age this was, Des Esseintes thought to himself, which, ostensibly in the interests of humanity, strove to perfect anesthetics in order to do away with physical suffering, and at the same time concocted stimulants such as this to aggravate moral suffering!*
I was reminded
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by Peter Nagy When I first encountered Jitish Kallat's paintings in December of 1997 at the opening of his first solo exhibition in Bombay, now called Mumbai for the sake of post-colonial prides, the shock of the new was rather a shock of the familiar transposed, the shock of the similarities of youth all over the
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by Patricia Ellis When the children of Mahadanapuram asked to be taken to a festival in the impossibly distant city of Madurai, the saint Sadasiva Brahmendra simply asked them to close their eyes. There, on the banks of the river Cauvery, lids shut and minds eager, they were immediately transported to the celebration.
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