With Keeping Score, Neerja Kothari revisits the fundamental aspects of her artistic practice —the inadequacy of the empirical or the absurdity of scientific certainty easily countered by metaphysics the glaring gaps it presents— with new bodies of work. „Score‟ takes on the twin meaning of a musical score, an homage to the extent to which music has helped her with pain management, and also the meticulous count that she keeps of every muscle movement during laborious physiotherapy — at first to salvage the function of her muscles and later, to regain and maintain it. The irony of relying on empirical logic to relearn whimsical, intuitive movements of the body that most of us take for granted with relative effectiveness, as experienced by the artist, forms the crux of her practice. The two bodies of work, To the notes of 10s and 11s and To the beats of 10s and 11s, capture the title of the exhibition accurately. Shedding abstract pictorial (numerical) representation of numbers, the artist chalks a circle, or what appears to resemble a new moon for the ten cycles of an exercise completed, and the staccato of a short line to render the moment her gluteus maximus — the largest muscle in the human body — froze, confirming motor sensory neuropathy. She attempted the 11th cycle three times in vain before giving up. This traumatic memory etched upon her body cathartically plays itself out in a loop in these drawings, winding around itself like a vinyl record coded with different notes even as it maintains the optics of consistency. This body of work started with the series of similar representations marked continuously on 11 pieces of paper, over 11 layers of blue ink.

The two bodies of work, a series of „gestures‟, and This mark repeatedly function together as countering forces that defeat  empiricism in one strike. The series of gestures capture in traces of graphite powder, the artist‟s hands moving to either the John Cage composition, 13 Harmonies listened to until the 11th minute or the complex tonality of a Tibetan singing bowl
which she frequently revisits for relief during attempts to drown the cries of her own body. Kothari then counts every speck of graphite that is visible to the naked eye on the surface of the paper, and numbers each and every one of them, resulting in an act that is absurd and meaningless; she reduces poetic actions to mere numericals to mirror the experience of paring
down every meaningful movement that the body is capable of to repetitive, sparse actions. In This mark repeatedly, on the other hand, instead of starting with the amorphous, as the title suggests, the artist methodically makes repeated perpendicular lines that are of the same length over and over again to result in what almost seems to be a rugged mountainscape, quite by chance, revealing the nebulous terrain of repeated learning and unlearning, and also the
breakdown of it. Once again she reveals the pretentiousness of any sort of measure or scale which must either lose sight of the interstitial states of being or is completely oblivious to the macro-perspective. It is this existential in-between that Kothari treads every day while keeping movement alive in her body.

Her most recent work, Manuscript for the book of time: Subset 1 – 21 days inspired by the tumultuous passing of time during the ongoing global health crisis is a performative manuscript where the artist has recorded the passing of time from confinement, often while passively listening to news stories on the television that quantify the pandemic, loss of lives and
livelihoods in numbers, statistics and its economic consequences. In physiotherapy sessions, she was taught that one second is equivalent to the time it takes to recite the words, “Thousand and one”, as one method to hold a posture for the desired amount of time. Armed with a ticker and this bodily metronome, she has set out to measure the time, also recording the minutes of rest and lapses in this tedious, repetitive process over 21 days.

Albert Camus wrote in the Myth of Sisyphus: “Men [sic.], too, secrete the inhuman. At certain moments of lucidity, the mechanical aspect of their gestures, their meaningless pantomime makes silly everything that surrounds them.” To illustrate, he describes the experience of observing a person on a telephone behind a glass partition, where you are unable to hear them but are witness to their emphatic gesticulations. By breaking down her visual vocabulary and artistic process down to their essential formal logic in her works, Kothari places her viewers at a similar vantage point where the „real‟ that saturates the world around us and civilizational processes of meaning-making that we take for granted are derealized, and thrown into question. The inevitability of human error is another subtle cue that has always been consistent in Kothari‟s practice. The irony of her faux-methodical process is heightened as she leaves the errors in her calculations in the work, without masking or erasing them. As we view her work at a time when we are paying dearly for the oversights of scientific development, a cherished linear trajectory we have fastly held on to and pursued since Enlightment, disfavouring indigenous wisdom and oral narratives pliable to time and perspective; when right wing religious organizations tout development and industrialization as trump cards; we wonder, were the warning signs everywhere? How complicit are we when we neglect delicate ideas of care and sustainability for the mathematical approximations that feed capital? Space travel was the battlefield during the Cold War, as an assertion of supremacy. If technological advancement was/is the logic of war, is there another logic for healing?

— Text by Anushka Rajendran