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Goodbye, Fellow Navigator: Ranjit Hoskote Pays Tribute To Vivan Sundaram (28 May 1943 - 29 March
Goodbye, Fellow Navigator: Ranjit Hoskote Pays Tribute To Vivan Sundaram (28 May 1943 - 29 March
Ranjit Hoskote pays tribute to Vivan Sundaram (28 May 1943 – 29 March
2023)
Hardly anybody remembers his given name today. As he grew up, its grandeur
disappeared into the brisk abbreviated form by which the artist was always known,
Vivan. Yet it remained present in the boundless energy that animated his artistic
imagination, always coursing from one medium, set of materials and art-historical
paradigm to another. In his curiosity about the world, about art and its complex
interrelationships with civic and cultural practices at large. In the dedication he
brought to approaching, as an archaeologist of culture, the biographies of his
grandfather and his extraordinary aunt, one of the pioneers of Indian modernism,
Amrita Sher-Gil—and, by extension, the historical moments they each inhabited,
with their specific interplay between Indian and European modernities, Indian and
European forms of the classical, their distinctive ways of fashioning their individual
selves even while retaining the right to intervene in the Eastern and Western
societies they inhabited, defying the protocols laid down in the name of empire,
colonialism, and race.
I reviewed or wrote essayistic responses to a number of his exhibitions, and, over the
decades, strong points of affinity emerged between his evolution as a visual artist and
mine as a poet. I responded viscerally to that compelling phase in his oeuvre when
his attention fastened itself on the detritus of the industrial, on broken propeller and
cast-off engine, the stain of machine oil and the sting of salt in the air. Always, I had
loved Vivan’s fascination for journeys, for the figures of the merchant and the
Orientalist, the mid-water denizen of banana boat and the tramp ship. I dedicated
two poems to him, one of which appeared in my 2001 volume, The Sleepwalker’s
Archive, and the other in my most recent book, Icelight (2023).
I always admired Vivan’s indomitable courage, his ability to engage with plural
versions of the historical record, his refusal to abdicate the ground of the political in
favour of more comfortable zones of retreat. Most wonderful of artists, he was also an
ever-vigilant citizen. He never abandoned hope, even in the face of bleak scenarios
and unpromising medical diagnoses.
In a letter Vivan wrote me on 12 September last year, he flagged the specific aspects
of his work that he wished me to address in a forthcoming book on his oeuvre: “Done
in different places and over different decades, these works are about water journeys
and ground shelter: exile and refuge; boat and shed. It signals insecure journeys and
provisional forms of shelter: precarious life. You may now guess why I thought of
you for this body of work. Might you be interested? Will you find time?” I was deeply
moved to realise that he had followed my journey, just as I had followed his. Yes,
Vivan, I will complete this essay for you; but it breaks my heart to know that you
won’t be here to read it. Goodbye, fellow navigator, fellow tracker of reefs and
currents and vexed routes across riverscapes and oceanways!
Bloodlines, Songlines
for Vivan Sundaram
Swimmer
for Vivan Sundaram
Indorsare
island quarantined
from its archipelago