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Narendra Pachkhédé

is a critic and writer who splits his time between Toronto, London and Geneva.

53 articles published

Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o: A Liberator of the African Imagination

“Our lives are a battlefield on which is fought a continuous war between the forces that are pledged to confirm our humanity and those determined to dismantle it.” — Ngũgĩ wa Thiong’o, Writers in Politics: Essays (Heinemann, 1981), p. 72. As the sun sets on Ngũgĩ wa Thiong'o's life, what vanishes is not just…

ByNarendra PachkhédéMay 29, 20250Comments

The Witness and the Wound: Seeing with Sebastião Salgado

“I photograph to testify, not to preserve.” - Sebastião Salgado, quoted in Lélia Wanick Salgado (ed.), Genesis (Cologne: Taschen, 2013), 14. It was Fall 2005, and I had made my way to the Bibliothèque Nationale de France in Paris to see Sebastião Salgado: Territories and Lives. More than an exhibition, it was a map…

ByNarendra PachkhédéMay 27, 20250Comments

Art History’s Unfinished Argument with Itself

"Which art history should I teach in Khartoum?” —Salah M. Hassan, an art historian, critic, and curator, Cornell University. Art history occupies a unique position in the longue durée of intellectual thought. It is a narrative of images and a history of ideas inscribed in pigment and stone, language, philosophy, and shifting regimes of visibility.…

ByNarendra PachkhédéMay 18, 20250Comments

Histories of the Ephemeral: The Qawwali Legacy of Fareed Ayaz and Abu Muhammad

“ To be a qawwal is more than being a performer, more than being an artist, One must be willing to release one's mind and soul from one's body to achieve ecstasy through music. Qawwali is enlightenment itself.” — Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Gateway Theatre in Chicago, 1993 in an interview to Andy Carvin The…

ByNarendra PachkhédéMay 11, 20250Comments

Sacred, Seen, and Shifting: The New Language of Islamic Art

“What can ‘art’ mean in a culture where the primary organ of perception is not the eye or the ears, but the heart? It requires a shift from the visible to the sensible, in which attention is directed not outwardly toward the object, but inwardly, within the heart.” — Wendy M. K. Shaw, What…

ByNarendra PachkhédéMay 9, 20250Comments

Is Pluralism the New Orthodoxy in Global Art?

“What am I driving at? At this idea: that no one colonizes innocently, that no one colonizes with impunity either; that a nation which colonizes, that a civilization which justifies colonization—and therefore force—is already a sick civilization, a civilization which is morally diseased.” —Césaire, Aimé. Discourse on Colonialism. Translated by Joan Pinkham,…

ByNarendra PachkhédéMay 4, 20250Comments

Liberalism’s Stage Directions

“The truth is rarely pure and never simple” —Oscar Wilde. The Importance of Being Earnest and Other Plays. Penguin Classics, 2000, p. 293. It began with a slip—not of the tongue, but of an unguarded conscience. At a campaign rally in…

ByNarendra PachkhédéApril 12, 20250Comments

The Hollow Centre – How Canadian Elections Became a Ritual of Consent.

The current framing of Canadian elections is fundamentally flawed "We tell ourselves stories in order to live.” —Didion, Joan. The White Album. Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2009, p. 3. Canadian electoral politics presents a carefully crafted facade of choice. Party platforms, debates, policy pivots, and rhetorical clashes all contribute to the illusion of a functioning…

ByNarendra PachkhédéApril 5, 20250Comments

Adolescence : Toward a New Grammar of Feeling

If Kill All Normies maps the ecosystem, Adolescence renders its phenomenology "The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes." — Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time, Vol. V: The Captive & The Fugitive, Modern Library, 2003. p. 262. In the poignant scene of…

ByNarendra PachkhédéMarch 29, 20250Comments

The Anatomy of an arrest: Mahmoud Khalil and the State

“Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.” ― George Orwell, 1984, p.162 “Where exactly are we in the poem that begins, ‘When they came for the Communists, I did not speak out’?” Alluding to the poem by Martin Niemöller, the question echoed across the stone steps of a New York…

ByNarendra PachkhédéMarch 22, 20250Comments