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| Sanjeev Khandekar's Visceral Artistry |
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YOU can love him or hate him, but you cannot I ignore artist, filmmaker and journalist Sanjeev Khandekar whose twin installation show opened at the Museum Art Gallery and the Pundole last week. Titled 'All that I wanna dp', the MAG installation! housed almost 150 sculptures of body parts, many! Suspended from the ceiling and a wall skin. The! Lighting is butcher red. On the red-carpeted floor, al large picture of female genitalia resembles a gaping! wound. What is the point that Khandekar is trying! to make? That man's appetite for flesh keeps us at| the level of beasts?
His Pundole installation titled as ' La Peau del Changrin' (who is afraid of the shrinking skin) con-j tinues his visceral artistry with large fibreglass! Sculpture of a naked man, seated in a meditative pose vaguely reminiscent of Rodin's Thinker. You could circle the sculpture or confine yourself to simply looking into a mirror on the wall to view the I reflection of an exposed ribcage On the right as you enter, are shelved right glass jars containing alphabets in brine.
The legend says " pickled poems". Even more arresting are the painstakingly painted creepy crawlies pinned on ebony wallpaper. Alongside the swarms (hundreds) of beetles, bugs and cockroaches are butterflies. In Khandekar's scheme of things." butterflies aren't free. Are we? |
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| -The Free Press Journal, 25th August 2005 |
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