Textures

A large collage in vivid colours strikes the eye, as soon as one enters the living room. Undoubtedly, it’s been a labour of love to put together pieces that seemingly don’t match, but come together to write poetry on the wall.

Grandma refuses to let go of this, though the rest of the house is now done up in Zen style.

“Zen is an achievement – coming back inwards, after searching for your self in the outer world. Yet, the moments that either make or break life are textured.

The self gets restructured with every piece it wears, conceals or flaunts.”


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