I’ve recently started to enjoy paintings for their story telling; the medium is a portal to a perspective of a time unknown. Architecture, however, I’ve only ever enjoyed with a jaw drop of awe when confronting the beauty of creation. India was about to change all that.
In Hampi and Ahmedabad, architecture’s story is breathing.
Balance not symmetry, symmetry not harmony, harmony not balance, balancing all.
Structures growing like deep-rooted trees; transcendentally Abrahamic points reaching for the light; Hinduisms rounded unity searching within; every god a home in temple form; the heavens erected on Earth’s church. Contradictions coexisting.
India, a canvas painted with the rise and fall of empires—Hindu, Muslim, British, and the birth of a nation. In the warm hues of sandstone, I find not just diverse structures, but a reflection of the plurality that now calls India home.
In the warmth of the sun-kissed stones, puzzle pieces join to bear witness to a diverse tapestry. Woven over centuries India’s rich vibrant tapestry unfolds; jaw drops turn to immersion, difference to conflict to unity, to sandstone.