Home (ঘর)
Persuaded by a universal circumstance, the images bear no sense of time or trace of place. They do not visualize an event, but work with the residue of sensations. Never truly revealing the scene, the artist steers clear of fixing meaning, allowing viewers to impose their reading on what lays before them. Given the ubiquity of the pandemic’s impact, and the banality of objects in view, this could be your home or mine.
Created within the lexicon of the pandemic and its effect on the mind and body ‒ death, decay, trepidation, relief ‒ Fatiq’s visceral explorations gesture towards that which lies beyond the frame. Broadly evoking memories of unease and discomfort, Home is punctuated with moments of respite: fleeting points of exhalation; the reassurance of life. While bodies pile up outside, the hibiscus still blooms. In taking on a surrealistic aesthetic, the domestic space assumes a psychological dimension, recalling the interior volatility of the pandemic.
Text by Tanvi mishra