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At first glance, the foreground and the background in Moonis Ijlal鈥檚 paintings appear to be at odds with each other. While the former offers vignettes of everyday life in Bhopal鈥擨jlal鈥檚 native city鈥攆eaturing young men killing time at chai tapris the latter erupts with war. These incongruous realities, signified by the foreground and the background, bleed into each other, much as our cell phones bleed over our couches. The schematics of domesticity and desolation are inverted, as the lines between warzone and safe zone are blurred. In one of the frames, a soldier, astride a toy bicycle, jauntily poses for a selfie. Elsewhere, a dog is seen scurrying away with what appears to be a limb torn off a doll (could it be a child?). In fact, this seemingly surreal blending of antithetical states is not as far-fetched or fantastical as one might imagine.

The war is in our midst. It is no longer something that can be safely consigned to the battlefield from where it is sparingly beamed into our living rooms. We鈥檙e deeply implicated in its machinations even when we may believe ourselves free from its mandibles. Indeed, in the world that we live in, occupation and domesticity go hand in hand, entwined, as it were, by fibre optic cables. Today, our cell phones not only bring us tidings of disaster from far afield but they can also bring down incrimination in the form of evidence planted through spyware such as Pegasus, or worst still, death in the form of a Hellfire missile dispatched from a Predator/Reaper drone. With the advent of disaster capitalism, strife has spilled into our homes. In particular, the growing use of drones and artificial intelligence in state-sanctioned killings has bolstered the feeling of embattled domesticity. And when drones vulture over heads, no one is immune from the line of fire.

What鈥檚 the relationship between an unemployed Free Fire player in Bhopal and the asymmetrical war being waged in Gaza? Ijlal鈥檚 debut solo 鈥楲ie Machine: Men and the moon do not care鈥� deliberately teases out these complicities, exposing how we are, in the words of American feminist philosopher Judith Butler, 鈥榲ulnerable to each other.鈥� Framed as innocuous cellular screens, Ijlal鈥檚 paintings complicate our entanglements with these black mirrors that have become our primary means of mediating reality. On the one hand, cell phones have been decried as personal surveillance devices generating endless streams of metadata for control. On the other hand, they have been lauded for democratising reportage, proving a vital source of representation, especially for minorities negotiating states of exception, discrimination, statelessness, war, political instability, etc. 鈥楲ie Machine鈥� delves into this gray zone of digital technology in a post-truth landscape where thirst traps mingle freely with war trophies. By underscoring the enmeshment of these unsuspecting personal devices with surveillance systems, capital networks and war machines, the exhibition brings fresh insights into what the German political theorist Hannah Arendt once described as the 鈥榖anality of evil鈥�.

In an environment where outrage and political action have been systematically disabled, Ijlal resorts to the pur-asraar (mysterious) and the metaphorical to express his concerns. Subsequently, one sees, in several of his works, a parasitical, string-legged figure, the Tasma-pa, recalled from a story from Alf Laylah wa-Laylah, heard during childhood. In this fairytale, a deceptively benign decrepit man, from whom the epithet Tasma-pa is derived, appeals to the protagonist, Sindabad鈥檚 pity to cling onto him like a leech. The modern-day Tasma-pa similarly feeds upon the aspirations and desperations of the youth to batten itself. In the artist鈥檚 imagination, it mass recruits hapless unemployed gamers to drive its war machines, furthering the vicious circle of strife and destitution. Through sly symbols like Tasma-pa and the Coke can, the present body of works evinces a critical stance towards technologies that, in their unthinking pursuit of biopolitical and capitalistic agendas, confound truth with propaganda, reduce war and apartheid to business-as-usual and delimit public feelings of empathy, outrage, and solidarity.