A Story of South Asian Art: Mrinalini Mukherjee and Her Circle @ the Royal Academy

Upstairs at the Royal Academy, the three rooms of the Jillian and Arthur M. Sackler Wing of Galleries are currently given over to an exhibition of modern-ish art from south India. The show is based around the figure of the female Indian artist and sculptor Mrinalini Mukherjee (1949 to 2015) but doesn’t stop there. Both her parents, Benode Behari Mukherjee (1904 to 1980) and Leela Mukherjee (1916 to 2002), were artists and we are shown quite a lot of their work too along with their biographies i.e. they taught at Kala Bhavana in Santiniketan, the pioneering art school founded by poet and polymath Rabindranath Tagore.

Mukherjee was strongly influenced by a mentor at her art college in the Indian city of Baroda, K. G. Subramanyan, and we get a selection of his work. At college Mukherjee was part of a group or cohort of young artists and we are introduced to work by some of these, namely Gulammohammed Sheikh (b.1937) and Nilima Sheikh (b.1945). Lastly, when the group moved to new Delhi, they encountered the older artist Jagdish Swaminathan (1928 to 1994) whose exploration of tribal art and iconography encouraged their efforts to create an authentic Indian art, free of Western influences.

So in these three rooms is gathered the work of seven distinct artists, from two different generations, who worked across a wide range of media, in a great diversity of styles, all of them consciously reacting against and trying to escape from European aesthetics and methods. The show features paintings, ceramics, collages and drawings, sculptures in hemp and clay and bronze, and some enormous painted screens.

Installation view of ‘A Story of South Asian Art: Mrinalini Mukherjee and Her Circle’ @ the Royal Academy (photo by the author)

This range and diversity makes the exhibition a challenging experience to process and understand. There is quite a lot to like and enjoy, alongside much that is puzzling, and quite a lot which seemed, well, bad.

Mukherjee’s hemp sculptures

Mukherjee had a long career, active from the 1970s right up to her death in 2015. She painted and drew but her reputation rests on the large sculptures she made from dyed and woven hemp fibre arranged over metal frames to create large, impressive semi-abstract shapes.

Jauba by Mrinalini Mukherjee (2000) Hemp fibre and steel © Tate. Courtesy of Mrinalini Mukherjee Foundation

I didn’t realise it until a wall label pointed it out, but there is a deliberate evocation of female genitalia. Once it’s pointed out I suppose I can see the folds of labia to left and right, and even the difference between the large vaginal opening at the bottom and the smaller urethral opening above it, but hesitate to go any further. My gallery partner, who rarely bothers to read the wall labels, just warmed to the tumbling feel of the thing, and to its arrangement of folds and colours.

Seeking a post-colonial art

The key point, which is made repeatedly throughout the show, is that Mukherjee grew up in the post-independence generation who were powerfully committed to breaking free of colonial, European values and aesthetics and part of this was a very conscious return to and promotion of native Indian folk arts and crafts.

Benode Behari Mukherjee (1904 to 1980)

The curators really emphasise these artists’ wish to escape Western influence and create a truly independent Indian art and in some works maybe they do. But my own impression was the opposite: I was struck by how many of the paintings in particular very clearly showed the influence of modern Western art. A number of the paintings seemed to me to be copying between-the-wars Picasso, cartoon faces with both eyes visible on the same side of the nose, that kind of thing.

Here’s the work by Mukherjee’s father, Benode Behari Mukherjee, which the press people make available to us, a work made from coloured paper in the 1950s and it seems to me a straight pastiche of Matisse’s later coloured-paper cutouts. Maybe the brown skin of the central figure is a nod to the Indian nature of the work but surely it’s dwarfed by the utterly Matisse-an conception.

Lady with Fruit by Benode Behari Mukherjee (1957) © Tate. Courtesy of Mrinalini Mukherjee Foundation

Leela Mukherjee (1916 to 2002)

Here’s the work the press office makes available to represent Mukherjee’s mother, Leela Mukherjee. I don’t want to harp on about this too much but here again, I struggled to discern the distinctly Indian quality because the shape of the faces and the generally primitive working of the wood reminded me very much of African tribal art, such as you see in the British Museum.

Schematic Seated Figure by Leela Mukherjee (1950s-80s) Taimur Hassan Collection. Photo by Justin Piperger. Courtesy of Mrinalini Mukherjee Foundation

Gulammohammed Sheikh (b.1937)

Similarly, here are two works from 60 years later by Mukherjee’s friend Gulammohammed Sheikh, depicting (on the left) birds which might be cranes and (on the right) a kind of dragony-peacock bird, depicted in tall, narrow images which instantly reminded me of classical Chinese art. I can’t see anything Indian about them at all, they radiate Chinese shape, composition and styling.

Two paintings by Gulammohammed Sheikh 2018 to 2024 (photo by the author)

K. G. Subramanyan

K.G. Subramanyan (1924-2016) studied under under Mukherjee’s father and, according to the curators, developed into a ‘prolific artist-educator’. He rallied fellow artists to mine folk and craft traditions in unconventional ways, forging a postcolonial vision of Indian modernism. Here’s a gouache work demonstrating what this means in practice.

Untitled by K. G. Subramanyan (c.1950s) Taimur Hassan Collection. Photo by Justin Piperger © Uma Padmanabhan

Now this does have the amateurish quality I associate with modern Indian art, the very basic, child-level depiction of the human form which I saw just a few months ago in the extensive display of work by Indian artist Arpita Singh (born in 1937) at the Serpentine.

The exhibition’s long timeframe

Another challenge presented by the exhibition is the long timeframe it covers. The earliest work is from the very early 1970s whereas the most recent is from the 2020s. That’s a very long period of time. During that half century the international art world has changed out of all recognition. It has outgrown its European and American origins to become truly international. It has, for some time, promoted and valued artists from an enormous range of cultures, including many indigenous traditions such as Aboriginal art, which is now highly prized.

The patriotic, post-independence drive to create an authentic Indian art which the curators attribute as a central motivation to Mukherjee, her friends and colleagues, has long since become history. An ethnocentric perspective is now seen as reactionary and dangerous, witness liberal repugnance at the rise of right-wing nationalisms in countries around the world, including Hindu Nationalist sentiment in Mukherjee’s own India.

The modern art world floats above individual countries, in a kind of multicultural, cosmopolitan, liberal, enlightened, post-gender world of its own. So Mukherjee and her friends’ insistence on an Indian nationalist art, as well as her particular interest in the old-fashioned gender binary between phallic and vulvic forms, all seem rather quaint now.

To look specifically at Mukherjee’s work, when she began ‘sculpting’ in fabrics in the 1970s this was a radical and innovative technique, quite obviously rejecting the whole ‘carving in stone or marble’ tradition of the West. But by the time she began exhibiting in Europe, in the 1990s, it was a lot less unique. Numerous other artists were working in the same vein.

Jagdish Swaminathan (1928 to 1994)

Back to the art, here’s the example of Jagdish Swaminathan which we are given. This painting of a thin sliver of a bird singing above a mildly phallic lily plant against a big abstract yellow background is from Swaminathan’s ‘Bird, Tree and Mountain’ series. We find him in the late ’60s and early ’70s rejecting any type of naturalism, along with Western modernism, and instead returning to tribal and folk visual traditions. This probably is a good example of a non-western, Indian visual style although I’m not sure I like it. Do I not like it because it is not Western? No, because I love lots of non-Western art starting with Aboriginal art and lots of African art. It’s more that it’s like Western art but without enough real kick and originality.

Untitled (Lily by my Window) by Jagdish Swaminathan (early 1970s) Photo courtesy of Sotheby’s Inc © 2025 © J. Swaminathan Foundation

Gallery

A selection of photos I took to indicate the (sometimes bewildering and confusing) range of works on show.

Untitled by K.G. Subramanyan 1955-9

I liked this because it reminds me of something almost exactly the same I’ve seen by Paul Klee, in other words a European model or origin.

Untitled by K.G. Subramanyan 1955-9 (photo by the author)

Intertwined by Leela Mukherjee

Relatively small, crudely carved and unfinished wooden sculptures.

From left to right, Figure with Raised Hand, Intertwined Figures and Intertwined Figures II, by Leela Mukherjee, 1950s to ’80s (photo by the author)

Landscape 1968

My partner liked this because of the simplicity of the black silhouette but also the ambiguity of whether it’s some hills and a tree, as it appears at first glance, or whether the two lines dangling down in the middle indicate that it’s a human being.

Landscape by Gulammohammed Sheikh (1968) (photo by the author)

Untitled by Jagdish Swaminathan (1980)

According to the curators:

By the 1980s, Jagdish Swaminathan’s art reflected his deepening engagement with India’s tribal and Indigenous traditions. Moving away from the pristine colour planes of his earlier works, he adopted earthy palettes, textured surfaces, and symbolic forms. Shapes such as triangles and serpentine lines evoked mountains and snakes, resonant with Hindu mythologies of the god Shiva. These later canvases fuse abstraction with spiritual metaphor, recalling Swaminathan’s lifelong insistence that art should reveal nature and myth in their primal, symbolic essence.

Not knowing very much about ‘India’s tribal and Indigenous traditions’, I liked it because it reminded me of the brown abstract works my parents picked up at Heals or Habitat in the 1970s. And then of Paul Klee’s beautiful abstract shapes and patterns, which also often include gold or striking highlights.

Untitled by Jagdish Swaminathan, 1980 (photo by the author)

Also because of the rough impasto finish, especially of the two mysterious orange glyphs written across the image.

Detail of Untitled by Jagdish Swaminathan, 1980 (photo by the author)

Songspace by Nilima Sheikh (1995)

‘Songspace’ is the name of a series of scroll paintings by Nilima Sheikh, which I prefer to think of as ‘hangings’. Apparently there are ten in the series, of which 5 are hung in this exhibition in such a way as to create a kind of alcove into which you can step and be surrounded on 3 sides. Apparently the use of casein tempera paint on canvas is very distinctive and gives them their light and floating feel. Most of the surface is made up of abstract shapes, some of which may be landscapes in brown or green or red. Scattered in these shapes are wispy human figures which, apparently, reference Indian folktales, especially from Kashmir. They reference the style of classical Indian miniatures only blown up to wall size and refracted through a postmodern sensibility.

Songspace by Nilima Sheikh (1995) (photo by the author)

I liked the size, and the format of the hanging scroll, and the light and uplifting colouring but, as with most of these works, wasn’t impressed by, or was actively put off by, the scrappy amateurishness of the human figures.

Snake Column I by Mrinalini Mukherjee (1995)

According to the curators:

This terracotta sculpture is one of two ‘snake columns’ that reflect Mrinalini Mukherjee’s engagement with fertility and vitality. The cylindrical, phallic form recalls the ‘lingam’ of Shiva, while the serpent motifs and raised hood canopy reference Bankura terracotta vases dedicated to Manasa, a goddess of fertility. Like ‘Adi Pushp II’, nearby, the work channels sexuality as a generative power, fusing sacred imagery with organic, body-like forms that pulse with energy.

Snake Column I by Mrinalini Mukherjee (1995) (photo by the author)

If it as deliberately phallic as they say, then the snakes could as easily be sperm fighting their way to the front of the queue.

Forest Flame IV by Mrinalini Mukherjee (2009)

According to the curators:

In her final years, Mrinalini Mukherjee turned from hemp to bronze, creating sculptures that progressively grew in scale and ambition. Casting leaves, fronds and branches into molten form, she transformed nature into something both corporeal and otherworldly. ‘Forest Flame IV’ recalls the striking ‘Flame of the Forest’ tree of Santiniketan, which bursts into vivid orange blossoms each spring. Here, a trunk-like column erupts into flame-like petals, conflating vegetal growth with bodily emergence. Light animates the textured bronze surface, giving the work a sense of continual unfolding and transformation.

Forest Flame IV by Mrinalini Mukherjee (2009) (photo by the author)

I didn’t particularly like these because, as I said much earlier, by the 2000s, art had become so globalised, with so many artists creating so many kinds of object, that Mukherjee’s don’t really stand out. Downstairs at the Royal Academy are metal sculptures by Anselm Kiefer which are not unlike this. What made her very distinctive in the 1970s and ’80s had become utterly diluted 30 years later.

Adi Pushp II Mrinalini Mukherjee (2009)

To finish, back to what she did best, hemp sculptures. This one supposedly derives from her interest in botany and flowers and ‘adi pushp’ means ‘first flower’. But the curators go on to tell us that:

The sculpture’s central bulges and folds evoke human sexual organs, transforming the flower into a potent emblem of generative energy, and affirming nature as a vital, erotic life force.

None of which – the use of sublimated sexual imagery, the idea of sex as a central force in human nature – is at all distinctively ‘Indian’ but the common currency of humankind and any number of artworks, traditional or contemporary.

Adi Pushp II Mrinalini Mukherjee (2009) (photo by the author)

At the end of this small but sometimes confusing, sometimes enjoyable, sometimes boring, sometimes lovely exhibition, it looked less to me like a tumble of sexual organs than a comfortable-looking chair to have a nice sit-down in.


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Arpita Singh: Remembering @ Serpentine North

There are two Serpentine galleries, one north of the bridge over the lake, one south of it.

Currently on show at Serpentine North is the first solo exhibition ever to be held outside India by the Indian woman artist Arpita Singh (born 1937). Here’s her Wikipedia entry:

From the show’s posters and publicity material I didn’t think I’d like it and initially I didn’t – but slowly, slowly I changed my mind and eventually came round to finding it an interesting, memorable and even haunting show.

A show of two halves

For me there was one big fact about the exhibition: the Serpentine North Gallery is a converted armoury with a perimeter corridor running round three sides of a square with big white walls suitable for hanging big works. In the middle, two distinct passages or long narrow rooms run between the two opposite sides of the square. These darker spaces retain the original dark brickwork and are suitable for hanging smaller works. I learned from a gallery assistant that the staff refer to the white outer corridor, as The Perimeter, and the two cut-through passages as The Powders.

Entrances to the two powder rooms from the main perimeter corridor. Compare the large oil painting in the perimeter with the set of much smaller works just visible on the wall in the first powder room. At ‘Arpita Singh, Remembering’ at Serpentine North © Photo: Jo Underhill. Courtesy Arpita Singh and Serpentine

The Perimeter: big oil paintings

So, as with other shows, the Perimeter hosts a series of big works, unglazed oil paintings which span Singh’s long career, from the 1960s to the present day, evolving from the big, through extra large, to the final handful of works which are Enormous.

I can confidently say that I didn’t like any of these. I reacted badly to what I took to be the badness of the draughtsmanship, the busy-ness of the compositions which overflow with loads of inconsequential details without any focus, teeming with cartoon-simple human figures and cars or airplanes or buildings or other objects which a 7-year-old might be ashamed of painting – all depicted amid the choppy seas effect of the impasto i.e. unattractive ridges and whirls of thick oil paint.

One of the very big, very cluttered oil paintings at ‘Arpita Singh, Remembering’ at Serpentine North © Photo: Jo Underhill. Courtesy Arpita Singh and Serpentine

And they felt very alien. They felt like they come from a completely alien tradition, one which cares nothing for all the Western achievements of perspective and depth and pictorial realism – in preference for a highly stylised notion of what a painting is, which comes closer to a depthless, perspectiveless, shapeless clutter of human figures, maps, roads, buildings, all out of perspective and filling every available inch of the space as a child would do.

My Lollipop City: Gemini Rising by Arpita Singh (2005) Vadehra Art Gallery © Arpita Singh

The Powders: smaller acrylics

BUT… Big but… when I went into the ‘powders’, the two smaller, more intimate spaces, something happened. I began to like the works here and, given time and sympathy, ended up really liking many of them. Why?

Smaller

Well, they’re all a lot smaller than the monsters in the Perimeter. I can’t quite put into words why this felt important but somehow they were easier to relate to.

Sets

They often come in sets or series, like the series of her reworking of the 12 signs of the Zodiac, and when seen like this her apparently random, childlike imagery becomes more accessible and more likeable, when seen in recurring settings.

Installation view of ‘Arpita Singh: Remembering’ at Serpentine North showing a set of pen and ink drawings on the left, and the 12 acrylic versions of the Zodiac on the right © Photo by Jo Underhill. Courtesy Arpita Singh and Serpentine

Acrylic

A really important reason was the significant difference in psychovisual impact between the big heavily layered oil paintings and the far more muted acrylic and watercolour works. The latter are not only smaller but the lack of surface agitation found in the oil paintings somehow made them seem a lot more calm and civilised. Less hysterical maybe, more serene.

Fewer human figures

And this lack of surface busy-ness, greater calmness, allows you to savour and enjoy the figures more. Some of the larger ones still have lots of figures in but many don’t. In many of them the figures are fewer, bigger and so more impactful, more interesting.

Mysterious

And a lot more beguiling. In the huge oil paintings so much is going on that it’s hard to care. In these smaller, more intimate acrylics and watercolours there’s more time to ponder the compositions and wonder what’s going on.

Influences

The curators tell us that Singh’s art draws on Bengali folk art and Indian stories, interwoven with experiences of social upheaval and global conflict, and that her style is a mashup of Surrealism, figuration, abstraction and Indian Court paintings. And it’s true, at various points all these can be seen: the first few big oil paintings are flat smooth Surreal depictions of random symbols that might have been by the Surrealist Leonora Carrington, while in one of the Powders there are early pen and black ink drawings which might have been by Paul Klee. And the flatness and decorativeness of the images, with a lack of concern for perspective reminded me of the Mughal-era courtly Indian paintings you can see at the Victoria and Albert Museum.

Urban settings

Except that these aren’t in any sense courtly figures. The opposite, they feel like men and women from very modern urban environments, people trapped within or struggling against their environments. In many of them the city seems to be represented by a kind of simple version of an A to Z or city map, showing various roads, all forking and branching out behind the human figures. Some of these lines are blue and so might represent a river (?).

One of the best of these urban alienation images shows what seems to be the same figure of a woman dressed in a black burqa, bent over in various postures of struggling to battle her way through a city represented by what looks like images of a skyscraper (rows of rectangular windows) which has been torn into pieces and scattered around the surface.

Reviewing all this made me think there’s something of Franz Kafka in Singh’s depiction of the city as a challenge, puzzle and maze.

Technology

Onto these child’s-style views of cities are often pasted images of modern technology. Two which recur are cars or taxis stuffed with her primitive figures, or airplanes flying in her childlike sky.

Lesser Myth by Arpita Singh (2006) Courtesy of Vadehra Family Collection © Arpita Singh

Naked women

Arpita Singh is, of course, a feminist, and the two feminist curators of the exhibition (Tamsin Hong and Liz Stumpf) point out that:

Since the 1990s, Singh has increasingly explored themes of motherhood, the aging female form, feminine sensuality, vulnerability, and violence, demonstrating the impact of relationships and external events on the emotional and psychological landscape of the artist. Her works are intimate portrayals of domestic and inner life but are equally concerned with the experiences of women navigating the outside world.

This, I think, is true but what I came to actively like was the way she portrays women; was the way her drastically unwestern eye or style extends to the way she portrays women. It turns out that the rather childlike, gawky style, which doesn’t give a damn about western realism, means that her images of women capture something completely other, different. Western iconography of women is so dominated by the Christian church for 1,000 years and then by the male gaze for the last 500 years, that it’s all but impossible for any depiction of women to escape its clutches. But Singh’s women do. Escape, I mean.

They are obviously ‘adult’ in the sense that they are often naked or wearing diaphanous outfits and she goes to some lengths to depict the women’s vulva, labia etc. In western hands this might be unavoidably graphic and problematic. But somehow, in Singh’s childlike, non-western iconography, it begins to say something else. Something about women’s privacy, integrity, distinctiveness. It’s not salacious. It doesn’t sexualise women in any way. It just emphasises that women are.

A Feminine Tale by Arpita Singh (1995) Courtesy of Taimur Hassan Collection © Arpita Singh, Photo by Justin Piperger

There’s a linked set of images of women pulling transparent saris or fabrics round their bodies which are nothing like the stately dressed aristocratic ladies of Bengali court painting but… but somehow, they bespeak an entirely modern, late 20th century reality of women’s lives and independence. It’s hard to put into words but the more I saw of these, the more I felt like I was entering a really, genuinely, alien and alternative artistic world.

Threatening men

One of the woman wrapping herself in a sari has half a dozen much smaller male figures pulling it down or pinning it down around her and you can feel her resistance to this male… what? Something. Power. Oppression. And you can feel this atmosphere of resistance throughout.

Or take this dense painting. Note the familiar recurring motifs. There’s lots of text all over the work. The women figures are by no stretch of the imagination in any way created for the male gaze but instead express something important but inscrutable about women’s independence. The green line, is it the tendril of some plant? The orange cloth behind the women, is it a curtain or spread of some kind or a sort of map, a sort of tangled A to Z.

Buy Two, Get Two Free by Arpita Singh (2007) Private Collection © Arpita Singh

So the men with the binoculars, are they peeping Toms, are they looking through windows to get a glimpse of scantily clad women? In which case the birds at the top, are they vultures? In which case do the vultures ‘symbolise’ the men, picking over the scraps of women’s bodies chopped up by binocular vision, picking over scraps, exploiters and parasites? Or is the iconography more complex than that? And what do the two trees or bushes with orange heads have to with anything?

Resisting interpretation

This brings us to one of Singh’s strongest points which is that she is not programmatic. Lots of the works have words in, lots of words, mostly in English (why? why not in Bengali or any other Indian language?) as the three images above indicate. ‘Fun Fun Everyone’ are the biggest words visible in ‘Lesser Myth’ amid what seem to be newspaper fragments cut out and collaged together. But what does it really mean? And why are there nine lionesses in the picture? And why is a naked woman riding one of them? And what are the two men in suits at the bottom talking about? And why are there two half-dressed men crammed into one of her characteristically dinky cars? And why is the man in the couple at the top holding a pistol over the woman’s shoulders and why is her arm bent up to support it? And why are there lots of red rose bushes everywhere (or are they hibiscus or some other bright bush native to India which I’m completely ignorant of)?

The pleasure of mystery

It is actively enjoyable not to know the answers to these questions. The more of her acrylic and watercolour work I looked at, the more beguiled I became. All that writing feels as if she has something very important to say and yet all the texts tempt and tease and then veer away, turning out to be more elliptical and obscure than they first appear. And this is very enjoyable.

And there are lots of them. The exhibition features a rather staggering 165 works. I hope I’ve conveyed my journey to you, from initial dislike and scepticism, through slow understanding, and letting the works teach me how to see them, until I felt I had, to some extent, entered her world, a world really very far removed from my own culture and experiences. And that’s what art can do, so well.


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