Introducing KIPAF

PERFORMERS iNDEPENDENT (Pi) was an independent artists' collective, experimenting and exploring the traditional, modernist and contemporary spaces in the cultural paradigm. The Kolkata International Performance Art Festival was initiated by Pi in 2012 to annually open up the city of Kolkata to diverse traditions of performance, performitivty and interventions. Since then Pi has got fragmented but KIPAF has taken deeper roots.

The festival aims to be a platform for dialogue between site, art, politics and culture. KIPAF acknowledges the nascent nature of Performance Art in India, and will always play a role in the pedagogy of performance art.
The festival is be held between 23rd-26th January every year.

Friday, 25 September 2015

kipaf day 1(23rd january)- internal report

 across the way Edward VII,sits atop his horse,as we in the back gate of victoria memorial assemble to begin our series of intervention  on this place as a commencement of kipaf 2015.early in the morning we gathered at around 8 am. pramod sahu with his 50kg  coloured grinded marble,which came all the way from raipur. The painting was of a skull (coroteeas in heard from tapati di) it lasted for two hours.and slowly all the kipaf members gathered near by.then followed a short meeting.the whole concept about kipaf was delivered to the participants of kipaf. Along with brief schedule of the festival was discussed and responsibilities were shared.from here we walked towards the academy of fine arts complex.the lunch was being cooked by prosenjit.

             in the mean  time,di ball,an australian artist framed her work by utilising the space.her work was of a transparent scroll,where text from Tagore's proshno was reflected.she wore a white dress on which there were prints of human skull,which demarcated her practice and her urge about indian mysticities.A regular vendor was there.and it seemed that all the artists interacted along with the toys.the food was ready.the delicious daal, bhaat and alu phoolkopi,and chatni was served.

      then the walk started.from academy of fine arts to esplanade tram station.we walked through the middle of maidan.with ocassional geers of foot taps and hand claps. ankur ,anirban sanyukta (the documentation team) walked along,grasping every moment  of the big march.Surprisingly,after reaching esplanade tram station,we found a singular compartment tram.apart from few of us,rest boarded the tram.while in the tram ride rhythimic sounds continued to engage all our comrades.the documentation team was remarkable.across the tram sanyukta,anirban and troyojeet were recording.with our flying friend rohan who with shahjahan at his bike rode along with his rolling camera.

                   we reached college the proposed space for kipaf. along the square artists collected references. Uma with her devise touch engaged the people around.the touch told the story,of the hard-work for three extensive months. The deliberate act of asking for money was procrastinate situation arose where uma was already engaged with her performance then chimuk evoked  his performance of marking a position,blowing the whistle and covering the square on a reverse; a person started enquiringly about the whole show. uma reciprocated very naturally and the spontaneity of the material falling in with performance was remarkable.

   in the mean time chimuk covered the whole space,returning back to his marked position.the mark was interesting.A water bottle was warped with a gamcha,he placed four straws around the bottle in accordance,the moment was about chimuk breathing in air & breathing out water,the whole act created a spectacle for itself.interventions from fellow artists followed. hemant inserted a knive in the bottle and slitted the bottle through , when uma started drinking the water with rituparna .there after pavi came and  washed the floor with that gamcha and the performance slowly came to an end .after spending some more time at the square,the artist  slowly left towards their residence.the street embraced their footstep and somewhere the day for such a day concluded.


Ayonabho Shanyal and Aopala Bannerjee 

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