Looking through the early works of Indian photographer Sunil Gupta, I am struck by the purity of their intimacy, and the easy way in which he captured the warmth of his subjects. Gupta had not yet identified as an artist when he created the works, exhibited earlier this year at the Stephen Bulger Gallery in Toronto. He was still a recent immigrant to North America, and saw his interest in photography as a hobby. And yet, the images offer a profound documentation of an emerging gay liberation movement in Montreal during the ’70s. The snapshots quietly record spaces in the city, both domestic and public, where that movement took place. They capture the intersection of these quiet, surreptitious moments of love and friendship alongside one of the largest political revolutions of the 20th century.

The exhibition began unassumingly: a photo of Sunil, referred to by first name in the title of the piece, and his parents, Ram and Penny. They stand next to one another at the entrance to a two-storey home replete with white columns and a gable. Sunil on the left, his father in the centre, his mother on the right looking at the camera. Her body faces away from the camera, towards her family, her arm linked around the stiff wrist of her husband. Sunil stares out over a neat moustache, his hands in the pockets of flare-legged jeans, pushing back the front of a brown blazer. Penny wears a Shibori dyed sari and brown kolhapuri sandals on her feet. Ram, a sports coat and short tie. The photo was taken six years after they moved to Montreal. They could be any immigrant family.

The portraits that followed, like any photographs, capture the movement of the young artist through space and time. Moving along in the gallery, I saw him: on a military base, photographing a young man shave in the open air, half his cheek frosted in white shaving cream. Then, on a Canadian tank in the clearing of an evergreen forest somewhere, with the purple outlines of mountains against a silvery blue sky. He was seventeen or eighteen, taking these photographs of the environment he was exposed to. He was the same age in the photograph of him hitchhiking back to Montreal from the base. These early works, almost unremarkable in their everydayness, show a teenager considering the world around him. They mark him in school, beginning to study accounting and beginning to build relationships in the continent he moved to at the age of 15. The year was 1971.

'Sunil with NY Review of Books', circa 1975. Photo Credit: Sunil Gupta/Courtesy Stephen Bulger Gallery.

That same year, Gupta enrolled in junior college, going on to study sociology and anthropology. He described how the liberal environment of the school brought him to consider feminism, sexuality and race, for the first time in an academic environment. On the next wall at the exhibition, photographs were dated beginning 1973. It was four years after the Stonewall Riots, largely considered to be the most significant moment in the history of queer rights in America. Suddenly, it was okay to be visibly queer. Gupta’s photographs in this next period reflect that visibility and his new exposure to a movement of queer liberation.

His lens turned towards the Montreal he had begun to discover. These were the spaces where it had become acceptable to break free of heteronormativity: the leather bars, discos, and most evocatively, the private domestic spaces where he and his friends expressed sexuality and gender freely. The photos, taken primarily at home, especially his apartment at 3425 Stanley, convey the warm familiarity between photographer and subject.

In Fakroon, for example, the eponymous subject leans back, elbows propped against a car parked out of the frame, shoulders held slightly forward and open. The photo is taken at close proximity, framing its subject at his bust. He wears a moss green halter top, the words “sweet cream” poured into bubble letters from a transparent bottle emblazoned on his chest. His black hair is parted, choppy Farrah Fawcett waves frame dark eyes gazing openly at the photographer, at his lens, at us on the other side of the frame.

Fakroon appeared elsewhere in the exhibition, pictured with an afro and black overalls sitting next to Gupta’s partner at the time, Rudi. Fakroon was quoted on the gallery’s wall, between photographs: “Those were halcyon times, our salad days indeed…raising ‘our consciousnesses’ and creating a lifelong family of friends.” It was radical, this representation of the queer brown face in the gallery, a dignity lent by the obvious intimacy between photographer and subject. It was radical to remember that the community the images represent could only have existed in quiet corners, in the privacy of one’s home or perhaps in one of a couple dozen places if one lived in a larger city.

'Fakroon', circa 1974. Photo Credit: Sunil Gupta/Courtesy Stephen Bulger Gallery.

Other faces grew familiar as one walked through the galleries – the faces of the intimate community Gupta established for himself in Montreal. We recognised Rudi, his lover of ten years, with Gupta, leaning, arms folded above his head against the wall in his apartment. We were introduced to his sister, Shalini, who elegantly roamed the city in gold-embroidered saris with cropped blouses, white denim jacks and flare-legged jeans paired with kurtas, equally confident in each ensemble. The same intimacy established with Fakroon was present with each member of their circle, quotes from each person in the photographs describing the blissful amity of those years before the AIDS epidemic. There was no sense of the oppression, of the political tension of the decade, or of the violence perpetrated against the gay community, not because the oppression didn’t exist, but because in the quietude of these private moments, the most palpable feeling was still one of love.

Gay Rights March. Photo Credit: Sunil Gupta/Courtesy Stephen Bulger Gallery.

Turning away from the openness possible in the domestic space, Gupta photographed the public arenas where open expression would have been possible, capturing the innocuous exteriors of the drag clubs, piano bars, bathhouses and cruising spots listed in Montreal’s Gay-zette’s “Gay Guide”, excerpts of which were hung among the photos. Without reading the guides, the spaces were anonymous. There were no hints to their purpose or to the clients they catered to.

In one photo of La Rose Rouge, a piano bar, an unknowing pedestrian blurs the photograph, turning to see what the Indian man across the sidewalk is trying to snap behind her. It is a reminder that these public spaces did not exist without their risks. Another photo shows an officer standing in profile in front of the Sauna Aquarius, a gay-owned bathhouse. A newspaper clipping informs that three people died in the deliberate firebombing of the space. Two fires had been set there in the previous month before the final one destroyed it. We are reminded that to be gay, even in a centre of the liberation movement, was to be subjected to acts of terrorism.

'Fire at Aquarius – gay bathhouse, Crescent Street', 1975. Photo Credit: Sunil Gupta/Courtesy Stephen Bulger Gallery.

The power of the quiet spaces depicted in the portraits was amplified as Gupta’s lens turned directly towards the political realities of the decade. Another series of photos documented marches and protests taking place in the city during the same decade. In one, we see the open mouths of protesters calling out, along with signs with slogans urging gays to militarise and demand their rights. In another, a statuette of Jesus flanked by two candles presides over the lace-covered casket, its occupant left unnamed. The photograph, unlike the rest which were named after the people they depict, is evasively titled C.H.U.M. The sterility of the white wall, and the absence of human presence, emphasise the erasure of the person in the casket, the irreversible loss of that soul, and the tragedy that accompanied the same blissful period of the young photographer’s life.

'C.H.U.M.', circa 1975. Photo Credit: Sunil Gupta/Courtesy Stephen Bulger Gallery.

Perhaps it was Gupta’s awareness of, and involvement in, this political fight to live free from oppression that made some of the most poignant portraits in the gallery the ones he took of himself. Silvery black and white prints of the same dark-haired boy with the moustache we saw in the family portrait, but here reclined against a wall in nothing but white briefs. A cigarette dangles between his index and middle finger as he reads the New York Review of Books – the Christmas Issue from 1975. His eyes are focused, brows furrowed. He holds the broad newsprint from the top and we see its shadow draw a thick black line against his ribs. The portrait feels candid, easy – the natural expression of a body in a quiet moment, neither overtly sexual nor repressed. That even amidst the chaos of the time, the violent threat issued by society against just the idea of his identity, he could lose himself in an article about Homer or Shakespeare.

Gupta is not the first photographer to explore the queer body in his work. But he is one of the few to try to capture the ever-changing nature of a queer brown subjectivity. It is a question that he admits his work constantly chases, a question evidenced across his four-decade long career in photographs that go beyond himself to document queer communities of colour in London and Delhi, and in the future portraits he’ll take of his struggle with AIDS and solitude. In a history of art that privileges the gaze of the White artist, Gupta’s work reminds us that these documents of his personal history cannot be untangled from the political implications of his racial and sexual identities. He asserts that identity fearlessly, without qualification or emphasis on the theoretical ideas that would devalue his personal investment.

In another self-portrait, this one from 1973, he gazes directly at the camera. The cigarette, in the same hand, between the same fingers, is held between his lips. His eyes smile, withholding a joke we won’t hear. He wears a white undershirt and short white shorts. His hair flips flirtatiously just above his shoulders. Something about these pieces held my gaze, clenching at a space in my chest, warming the muscles around my shoulders. Gupta holds the gaze of someone who belongs in their body, of a person who refuses to be silenced or forced into hiding because of political oppression. His freedom is palpable, with his eyes emanating defiance and resistance in an image of radical self-love.

"Hitch-hiking back to Montreal, Canadian Forces Base Valcartier," circa 1971. Photo Credit: Sunil Gupta/Courtesy Stephen Bulger Gallery

Friends and Lovers – Coming Out in Montreal in the ’70s was on view at the Stephen Bulger Gallery in Toronto in April-May.

This article first appeared on Kajal Magazine.