Pulse. Catherine Hale, Summer 2003

Pulse is published by Kadam and funded by Arts Council England

Made In England
Young British Art

Jiva’s self-posessed integrity marked him out of the other two. Waiting begins in a upstage corner, with his gaunt frame, clothed in disco-silver and a ragamuffin hat, executing a semaphore code of clubbing moves, like a solitary ritual of a dis affected youth. He is accompanied by random bleeps and scratches of digital animation that seem to be the severed condition between him and the world: Is he on the edge of the dance floor or in a forgotten corner of cyberspace.

Then, shock waves of electricity seem to assault his body And he tumbles silently across the stage, as though drifting on a dream cloud of altered consciousness. And suddenly he becomes a histrionic Latino, thrusting his plastic flowers to a swaggering tango with a kind of desperation. All the while, Indian songs bleed through the electronic clang of oblivion, signaling something between hope and loss. Waiting is deceptively simple and strangely absorbing in a way that demands and defies interpretation.