handmade khadi papers, antique woven and embroidered textile fragments, chalk, whitewash, mud stains
It is only when the totality of the mind is still,
that the creative, the nameless,
comes into being.
“What do you mean by the mind?” asked the artist.
The conscious as well as the unconscious;
the hidden recesses of the heart as well as the educated bits.
– J Krishnamurti