Parking Silence | an Art Performance by Anupam Saikia | 2017

As Part of Kolkata International Performance Art Festival 2017

KIPAF 17

Holding a frame he is walking on the street. He falls, wake, silence etc and he left his body mark.
Everybody lives within a frame that’s created by us as well as by social or political structure. There is no way out of this frame.



SigH – LeNs (silence) and Vio – LeNs (violence) 


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A thirsty Fish | An Art performance by Anupam Saikia at Venkattappa Art Gallery, Banglore


as Part of “the longest performance day” | 2017 | Duration 20 minutes.
Curated by Dorothea Rust and Irene Muller.






A Peppermint Candy is trembling from his mouth with an inviting gesture. He is wearing a hat like tub and holding some leaf like offering to viewers. Audience can interact with the space, with the objects or leafs. Finally they have to bite the candy which creates a kind of erotophobic sensibilities with the visuals. He uncover the head, lots of leaf fall down from the tub.


















Anupam Saikia.

#performanceart #liveperformance #eroticart

There is no flower


There is no flower
a durational Art Performance by Anupam Saikia at Howrah, India.
This performance is part of Srinagar Biennale International, Howrah and Sweden at 2017.


Brick tied on chest tightly, Flower and Flow War written on that. Wearing a yellow helmet and a flower garland covering the mouth, he was started walking. Holding a water melon he walked for long, Walk, Walk and Walk. When he crosses the railway line he cut the Water melon into two pieces. Walk again; finally reached Saraswati Pally (a slam area in Howrah) he gave the Water melon to children to have it. He finished his action after he wrote on a blackboard “Where is the flower?” 











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Shadow of a shadow | A performative Installation at Crack





This project was Documents by Hossain Atahar Surjo and Fatema Helia


A site specific performative installation (?) titled “Shadow of a shadow” was done on the open day of Crack International art Camp. I want to create a painting in the site which we may call site specific painting where the act of painting is no exist but the element or subject of my previous painting is physically exist. I am obsesses with some element like bed, body in landscape in my painting. Therefore, in the camp I decided to select a wide horizon / landscape as background, and the middle ground there is tilted bed on the water surface and I perform in the middle ground, and the foreground there was four body marks by white line and dig on the ground. For me the whole area is like a painting in physical and existential as well as audience can move inside the painting.













Indeed, the whole work is open for the public, where the local villagers were come to attend / participated / engage / see those work in the camp. So, are they able to understand that I am exploring a painting in the form of site specific performative installation? It is obvious no, than what is my address of interest to that public? The answer should be in subjective way, where I tried to communicate through some action relation with day to day narratives. The people, mostly from farmer family who are very much conscious even they can comprehend about performance, installation etc to some extend because they have experience through the camps open days. Some of them started to come to camp for interacted with artist two/three days before the open day. Even some of them can talk about performance as medium.





(c) Anupam Saikia.
11th edition of Crack | Kushthia | Bangladesh.
December 2017

#performance Art #artperformance #liveperformance #sitespecific 

The soul subsists in a silent breath from there to hear/ here.

A site specific installation and art performance part of  6th Episode of Uronta Residential Art exchange Program. Venue: Gourarong Jamidari bari, Sunamganj, Syllet division, Bangladesh. 2017
Curated by Sadya Mizan, Bangladesh.

Pics 01 / left: Details of the site specific Installation and Right: Part of the Performance 
History of a land and ownership always changes in time and we may nostalgic and sometimes rational.  My meet to this Art project towards history that “How a psychology took a shape when the geographical contour deviations. Meanwhile conflict endures from there to here.

Space and context has played important role in my work. The space carries minimum 200 years of history, which slowly demolished physically as well as the narrative should rebuild in the context. On the other hand, the context has historical connection to my homeland that I want to re-establish through the political map in different time, which is draw on news paper, and pasted on old wooden door. I took an impression from wall of the old Jamidari Bari on paper that pasted in another old door and in a same way; I pasted some manipulative sketches of the recent owner of the houses. My aim is to juxtaposed different narrative pasted on outside of the door, which carries the binary of inside out, the underneath conflict from the past that has to re-encounter through this project. All the way through my performance, I wish to involve, re-action, respond, and reinterpretation with the history space and time.

Pics no 02 / Painted part on the door. 
In this part, I painted geographical map of the region on news paper where i painted the eastern region of India Subcontinent. There is a four-part and every part has another four-part divided by door structured itself, where one is only land and water, though we can recognize the land but not naming by the ownership and the second part is the growth of British Bengal, Assam and Burma. the third part is in 1947 "the partition" and the fourth is after the 1971, "liberation war" of Bangladesh. We can see the land and ownership is changes always time to time and the narratives, conflict fabricated in locals at the same context. Details of the painted part as billow :   
Pics no 03 / Details of the painted surface.

Pics no 04 / Details of the painted surface.
Being an Assamese it is very difficult to work in Bangladesh region, because there is lots of migration issue over the 30 years. The conflict is politicizing everywhere. During the conversations with the locals I found many similarities with my homeland such as language, dialect, culture, food habits etc, where somehow the contour doesn't work in between. The locals often asking me what is my religion, I replied "by born I am Hindu" or if the person is Muslim, I said i am "in between Muslim". Here is the "Artist position" is very important where the locals giving importance in religion, and the other hand the idea of work demand this position to take through the process. 

After the initials phase of emotional, psychological, physical and anatomical engagement with site i started took prints from the wall embodied tried to imprison the texture and the damaged wall that carries the history and time as well as the human marks on the wall showing the power, also reflecting the animalistic instinct.

Pics no 5 / display of the print 

details of these prints as billow:

Pics no 06 / Details

Pics no 07 / Details

Pics no 08 / Details
In the middle there is another old door where one part was broken but still its lock with the other part. I pasted some manipulative sketches of recent house owner on this door. 


Pics no 09 / Middle part of installation.


Pics no 10 / display and the locals.
From the day begun at the site, i tried to intervene through my body and communicate with the locals. I wish to involve, re-action, respond, and reinterpretation with the history space and time. Everyday I tried a develop an exercise of performative intervention with the installation and site.

On the last day, sitting in front of my Painting Installation, I covered myself with a transparent plastic and blowing almost 20 balloons inside that. Sometimes it was blast and created unwanted sound. Indeed, the inside space of the plastic I felt suffocation and i was sweating like anything.



Pics no 11 / Photographer: Shams Xaman
Pics no 13 / Photographer: Shams Xaman

 All the way through, I fill up the map with mud which is one best part of the performance. 



Pics no 14 / Photographer: Shams Xaman

Pics no 15


Pics no 16 / Photographer: Shams Xaman


Pics no 17 /  Photographer: MD Shahariare Khan Shihab
In between I tied an old broken tin which created sound while walking and indeed there is a word "Breath" written on the tin. I pushing a bullock-cart wheel in front of the installation, finally fall near to the political map.


Pics no 18 / Photographer: Shams Xaman



Pics no 19 / Photographer: MD Shahariare Khan Shihab


Pics no 20 / Photographer: MD Shahariare Khan Shihab

Pics no 21 / Photographer: MD Shahariare Khan Shihab
Pics no 22 / Photographer: Shams Xaman


Pics no 23 / Photographer: MD Shahariare Khan Shihab

Taking a small nap and I thought, I should ended the performance. I started walking towards the pond and have bath in the pond beside the Jamidari Bari. Indeed when I moved back I saw the locals waiting to look after me. Here is the question came that is they expecting something more or they involved into the essence / mood of the performance. When I came back to the site after changing my cloth, some of the locals just sitting, standing around me without asking anything. I felt uneasy I moved to other area, again they moved with me. I didn't understand that what they wants from me through silence and even I didn't ask anything, I don't want to break the silence or might be, my questions make uncomfortable them.


Pics no 24 / Photographer: Shams Xaman


Pics no 25 / Photographer: Shams Xaman


The next day of the open studio day of the residency I went to the site, the other artist's works destroyed, the paper, writings, poets, photographs etc torn apart by the locals but the part of my painting installation, the political map is still there without damage. this is the best feeling in the residency program.


Documentation by Shams Xaman and MD Shahariare Khan Shihab.


Anupam Saikia, Assam