
©RINA BANERJEE/COURTESY JACOB LEWIS GALLERY, NEW YORK
©RINA BANERJEE/COURTESY JACOB LEWIS GALLERY, NEW YORK
An underwater scene in oil on panel featured a trio of blue-skinned nymphs with seaweed hair, tentacle-like fingers and toes—and in one case, an extra limb sporting a fashionable platform shoe. One figure stretches a foot toward the rocky ocean floor; another drifts upward in pursuit of a school of sparkling jellyfish. Works on paper, incorporating delicate line drawing, rubber stamping, painting, and collage, depicted more hybrid beings, including a party-frocked Devi flirting with a muscled green demon and a giant dodo bird with the head of a woman squatting forlornly on a tropical island.
Banerjee’s eye-popping sculptures, made from new, cheap, brightly colored materials, included the self-descriptive A Mad Woman, an Eternal Eve, a Monkey cheated leaped, from limb to limp in open air, curled a mischievous and bulbous melancholy in tail that sailed and with a single cough, a sudden drip, a curtain of bubbles, tears spilled to send land liquids, fertilizer, all fluid migrations leaking abroad and across (2012). In other words, belonging nowhere can also mean belonging everywhere.
A version of this story originally appeared in the September 2015 issue of ARTnews on page 81.