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Belief: The Promise of Absence: Jagath Weerasinghe

Past exhibition
16 November - 6 December 2018
Belief: The Promise of Absence, Jagath Weerasinghe

The works in this show, as usual, are about social calamities and personal pains. Currently the world is experiencing a major civilizational crisis played out as mass migration - millions of people are forced to leave behind their “lives” and “memories”. These works are trying to take an intimate engagement with the suffering - ontological anxieties - of the individual caught in a crisis that is global and local at the same time. For everyone that has ‘left a place’, there are so many others who are ‘left behind’.

 

‘Were we always blind?’

 

‘I heard it like a whisper. It was clear and there was a reflexive pause between the word ‘we’ and ‘were’. You uttered this like a pronouncement, though it’s a question. The ‘d’ sound of the blind made a weighty ending to the whisper. I stood up pushing the chair back - the old heavy chair gave an uneasy creaky sound that pierced the unsettling silence in the room that emerged after the whisper, and the dormant memories in the chair - to walk across the room to you, for I felt like I wasn’t sure if I heard you correct, but I knew I heard you so clearly - why is it that clarity of something alone doesn’t amount to knowledge of that something? What was it that we didn’t see? What is it that we are not seeing now? What is the truth in your utterance? I asked myself - as I walked across the room. What you uttered didn’t allow me to be outside of what you said - because you said ‘us’, and that unnerved me. I felt like I have been uttering it all the time. There was reluctance in my steps, I felt like my feet were making some lazy moves - that almost made my walk to your corner of the room - that very naming of the place you sat as your corner, took me by surprise, since when, I asked myself, I saw as if you were having your own corner in our room - made me miss a step as I walked towards you - I almost tripped – it was like a beginning of a long distance race, a journey to some where I have never been before. Our room was well lit, but a strange shadow had fallen across the cement floor - the shadow reminded me of the crying little bird I rescued in a rainy morning from under a tree from a group of vicious crows, long time ago. The softness of the bird’s fragile wet body felt on my fingertips as a real thing at that moment as I walked dragging my feet across the floor - our floor always looked dirty, there wasn’t much we could do about that, except arguing about cleaning it and redoing it someday. That someday didn’t come, but we lived pretending an anticipation for a clean floor. The shadow brought a twist to my gait - to my movement to you - my lover for decades. The first two steps brought me to the shadow, and a second later I found myself sitting back on my chair. I didn’t finish the very short distance in the room that separated me from you. You whispered again, ‘were we always blind?’

 

Jagath Weerasinghe 2018

 

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