A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
A synesthetic expression…where songs and words dance on canvas, colours and patterns make musical harmonies…The Gond tribal painting is an experience of art standing at the merger of past and present. A relatively new art form, its roots go as far as history itself..The Gond tribe, one of the larges..
A synesthetic expression…where songs and words dance on canvas, colours and patterns make musical harmonies…The Gond tribal painting is an experience of art standing at the merger of past and present. A relatively new art form, its roots go as far as history itself..The Gond tribe, one of the larges..
A synesthetic expression…where songs and words dance on canvas, colours and patterns make musical harmonies…The Gond tribal painting is an experience of art standing at the merger of past and present. A relatively new art form, its roots go as far as history itself..The Gond tribe, one of the larges..
A synesthetic expression…where songs and words dance on canvas, colours and patterns make musical harmonies…The Gond tribal painting is an experience of art standing at the merger of past and present. A relatively new art form, its roots go as far as history itself..The Gond tribe, one of the larges..
A synesthetic expression…where songs and words dance on canvas, colours and patterns make musical harmonies…The Gond tribal painting is an experience of art standing at the merger of past and present. A relatively new art form, its roots go as far as history itself..The Gond tribe, one of the larges..
A synesthetic expression…where songs and words dance on canvas, colours and patterns make musical harmonies…The Gond tribal painting is an experience of art standing at the merger of past and present. A relatively new art form, its roots go as far as history itself..The Gond tribe, one of the larges..
A synesthetic expression…where songs and words dance on canvas, colours and patterns make musical harmonies…The Gond tribal painting is an experience of art standing at the merger of past and present. A relatively new art form, its roots go as far as history itself..The Gond tribe, one of the larges..
A synesthetic expression…where songs and words dance on canvas, colours and patterns make musical harmonies…The Gond tribal painting is an experience of art standing at the merger of past and present. A relatively new art form, its roots go as far as history itself..The Gond tribe, one of the larges..
These Vintage hand printed calendars, inspired by Ancient Indian Art are made by Mr. Subrata Bhowmick.Subrata Bhowmick lives in Ahmedabad, Gujarat, India, and works field of Graphic design, Advertising Design, Exhibition Design and industrial Design for over Five Decades. He is a postgraduate from I..
These Vintage hand printed calendars, inspired by Ancient Indian Art are made by Mr. Subrata Bhowmick.Subrata Bhowmick lives in Ahmedabad, Gujarat, India, and works field of Graphic design, Advertising Design, Exhibition Design and industrial Design for over Five Decades. He is a postgraduate from I..
Red… the colour of blood, of life, vitality… red, the colour of the Mother Goddess, the embodiment of power, the nurturer and destroyer… the protector of the weak. In a great battle between Shiva and the asura (demon), Raktabija, every drop of the asura’s blood that fell to the earth,..
Red… the colour of blood, of life, vitality… red, the colour of the Mother Goddess, the embodiment of power, the nurturer and destroyer… the protector of the weak. In a great battle between Shiva and the asura (demon), Raktabija, every drop of the asura’s blood that fell to the earth,..
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..
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..
Myriad are the terrains of this surface... patterned across the span by its local, to tell tales of their patch.... Do they weave flora on it, or dig ..
Myriad are the terrains of this surface... patterned across the span by its local, to tell tales of their patch.... Do they weave flora on it, or dig ..
Myriad are the terrains of this surface... patterned across the span by its local, to tell tales of their patch.... Do they weave flora on it, or dig ..
A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
A familiar chatter swells in the air as feet chase the trail of a carelessly flying odhani in the by-lanes of Bhuj, spilling colors all over. While&nb..
Sunset at the great Narmada, the stepped ghat dotted with small temples, flickering diyas floating downstream in prayer, the river glowing a flaming g..
Some wandering rays of an aimless light,Carelessly slipped into my loom the previous night…Their whimsical sparks got woven away,Within the mortal str..
On a winter afternoon in the Himalayas, whether it is the foothills of Uttarakhand or the sublime vallies in the mighty ranges of Ladakh or Nepal, a t..
Red… the colour of blood, of life, vitality… red, the colour of the Mother Goddess, the embodiment of power, the nurturer and destroyer… the protector..
The East India Company imported raw cotton from India while they dumped the local Indian market with inferior machine-made cloth. This led to a great ..
There is something excruciatingly beautiful about a little town in the heart of Rajasthan, specked with colour all the time. With the sun’s heat breat..