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Jitish Kallat (b.1974)
Description
- Jitish Kallat
- Sweatopia 1
- Inscribed 'Sweatopia - 1' upper left and further dated and inscribed ' - 2008 JITISH KALLAT - SWEATOPIA - 1 (Triptych - Left to Right - Right) / 2008 JITISH KALLAT SWEATOPIA - 1 (triptych Left to Right - Left) / - 2008 JITISH KALLAT - SWEATOPIA - 1 Triptych (Left to Right - Centre)' on reverse
- Acrylic on canvas
- 108 by 204 in. (274.3 by 518.2 cm.) overall
- Painted in 2008
Provenance
Exhibited
Wolverhampton, Initial Access, Passage to India Part II, 17 March - 1 August 2009
Tel Aviv, Tel Aviv Museum of Art, Critical Mass, Contemporary Art from India, 01 June - 08 December 2012
Literature
Catalogue Note
The monumental size of the painting conjures images of billboards and the various painting formats echo the idea of graffiti, an implementation of Pop Art. The title Sweatopia 1 suggests a ‘place’ (from the Greek word ‘topia’) permeated with ‘sweat’, a bodily fluid that suggests intimacy, yet evokes a sense of disgust. A feeling of claustrophobia prevails until the viewer notices the refreshing sky, patterned with what looks like rain droplets on a window. The top surface of the crowd is separated from the atmosphere by a yellow and orange jagged line, as though the city wears a single halo that captures the collective energy of its citizens. This painting captures the urban lifestyle and the dialogue between individual and collective experiences in Bombay’s expansive metropolis. One of India’s leading contemporary artists, Jitish Kallat received his BFA in painting from the Sir J.J. School of Art in 1996 and was bestowed the “Young Achiever Award” in 2001. Born and brought up in the teeming city of Bombay, Kallat portrays a crowd of ‘Bombay-ites’ receding into the background of this triptych. The protagonist on the right side of the foreground is large in scale, suggesting he is close in proximity to the beholder. Though the people in this scene are congested, they are neither engaged with one another, nor do they acknowledge the viewer. They are caught off guard as they go about their day, creating an overarching sense of anonymity. Except for the laughing, turbaned man, their candid expressions are banal; they squint their eyes at the sunlight and seem distracted by the myriad sights and sounds around them.