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..
“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..
“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..
“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..
“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..
“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..
“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..
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..
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..
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..
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..
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..
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..
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..
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..
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..
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..
What day or date it is cannot be said with certainty because every day on the streets of this village, in its by-lanes and fields, at the porch of eac..
Happy Faces Handmade FoundationOne ‘O’ Eight Knots is a social enterprise that aims to empower women artisans by providing them a platform where they ..
Mankind has always been inspired by images as visual references. Since the time we lived in caves a primal desire to depict surroundings and tell the ..