The abstract paintings shown here are not by Kazimir Malevich or Paul Klee but by Hindu tantra devotees from Indian cities like Jodhpur and Chomu, the anonymous heirs to a pictorial tradition that dates to the 1600s. Painted on salvaged paper and rarely measuring more than a foot high, the images possess a strange kinship with 20th-century art. And their agelessness cast a spell over Franck André Jamme, a French poet who nearly got himself killed tracking down these works across the deserts of Rajasthan…
We saw this piece weeks ago online, and thought it was so striking. It stuck in our minds, so much so that David showed a friend, who not two weeks later tipped us off that she had come across it in a gallery on the lower east side. Serendipity, no? So last weekend at Feature Inc. @ 131 Allen St we saw the whole collection in person.
And the internet comes full circle.
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