Wet mornings inBhandara, famous for the tussar Karvati saris... verdant green paddy fields, hordes of dragonflies, rain-washed trees, smell of fresh air, weavers who had weathered so many storms and khat-khat of the looms.. am glad this project was part of my textile journey... ---------- I could have stayed there forever.. the smell of paddy fields on both sides of the society shed, the occasional bullock carts, the drizzles, the dragonflies, the lush greenery all around and the patience of the weavers who were all senior citizens... It seemed like a retreat.. -------------- AnotherBhandaramoment... A roadside tailor shop which could easily pass off as an installation if transported to an upscale art gallery! A wonderful study of upcycled art!Kept wondering about the tailor who must have run for cover in the pouring rain! Notes from my journal, posted on FB, 2012 onwards, rekindled again and again
