by NIKHIL CHAGANLAL
The interiors that Nikhil Chaganlal evokes in his recent paintings are atmospheres rather than spaces. Cast as memoirs, they capture the flavour of remembered occasions, the texture of half-expressed desires, the fugitive moods that linger in the aftermath of conversation, festivity and the disclosure of self to other. In these frames, the artist fuses the actual with the imagined or symbolic: he merges features that exist, in childhood homes and adult staging-points he has known, with tropes that emblematise styles, periods and idioms of comfort that he cherishes.
But where such a subject might have tempted a more flamboyant into a defiantly self-indulgent playing at decadence, Chaganlal brings to his treatment a vulnerability that verges on reticence. His gestures, as he invites us into these atmospheres, are those of discreet unveiling rather than flagrant display: his approach is tempered by an awareness that he is about to share a private fantasia with a viewing public, always a fraught encounter.
Chaganlal’s palette is palpable, his colours almost edible: he delights in deep-welling alizarin, relishes glowing viridian, savours blazing turmeric. Elaborated in considerable, even sumptuous detail, these interiors are alive with objects: the artist dwells with loving attention on the appointments and furnishings of each room, whether it is the piano or the violin, a drape or a blind, a vase or a lamp, a bureau or a chandelier, a cushion or an occasional telescope pointing to infinity.
Ranjit Hoskote