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“If an image has to be made, it must be made of wax first” Vishnusamhita, 5th century AD.Under clouds of smoke emanating from earthen lamps, amid battered clay fragments and wax coils, a brass sculpture is in making. Though finishes are raw, the expressions- frozen, and the metal- hollow, the sculpt..

“If an image has to be made, it must be made of wax first” Vishnusamhita, 5th century AD.Under clouds of smoke emanating from earthen lamps, amid battered clay fragments and wax coils, a brass sculpture is in making. Though finishes are raw, the expressions- frozen, and the metal- hollow, the sculpt..

Spring tickles my feet as love soaks this air,Is it a new reason to live, or just this excuse of the fair.I can wait to look my best, as I embrace the bridal flair.The brilliance of this silver competes with the spark that dwells in my stare.A tribal damsel dresses up for an occasion of surpris..

Spring tickles my feet as love soaks this air,Is it a new reason to live, or just this excuse of the fair.I can wait to look my best, as I embrace the bridal flair.The brilliance of this silver competes with the spark that dwells in my stare.A tribal damsel dresses up for an occasion of surpris..

Spring tickles my feet as love soaks this air,Is it a new reason to live, or just this excuse of the fair.I can wait to look my best, as I embrace the bridal flair.The brilliance of this silver competes with the spark that dwells in my stare.A tribal damsel dresses up for an occasion of surpris..

Spring tickles my feet as love soaks this air,Is it a new reason to live, or just this excuse of the fair.I can wait to look my best, as I embrace the bridal flair.The brilliance of this silver competes with the spark that dwells in my stare.A tribal damsel dresses up for an occasion of surpris..

Spring tickles my feet as love soaks this air,Is it a new reason to live, or just this excuse of the fair.I can wait to look my best, as I embrace the bridal flair.The brilliance of this silver competes with the spark that dwells in my stare.A tribal damsel dresses up for an occasion of surpris..

Spring tickles my feet as love soaks this air,Is it a new reason to live, or just this excuse of the fair.I can wait to look my best, as I embrace the bridal flair.The brilliance of this silver competes with the spark that dwells in my stare.A tribal damsel dresses up for an occasion of surpris..

As a young couple enters the sacred institution of marriage, anticipating a new life, new roles and a new household, a humble yet revered image of the tribal deity is enshrined in the new home, before anything else. Sculpted by the local metal craftsman, the brass figurine embodies the tribal tradit..

As a young couple enters the sacred institution of marriage, anticipating a new life, new roles and a new household, a humble yet revered image of the tribal deity is enshrined in the new home, before anything else. Sculpted by the local metal craftsman, the brass figurine embodies the tribal tradit..

As a young couple enters the sacred institution of marriage, anticipating a new life, new roles and a new household, a humble yet revered image of the tribal deity is enshrined in the new home, before anything else. Sculpted by the local metal craftsman, the brass figurine embodies the tribal tradit..