The colors are what first struck me about this amazing foto…India, of course. A moment from an extremely vibrant festival.
The last time I passed thru India I only took black and white images. Seems strange, with all the colors surrounding you, but I was trying to capture a bit of the Raj, an aspect of the country that is long gone, but still has a forceful reflection. It was a time of British rule, when India chafed under a stronger world power. The word “raj” basically means….rule. Raja means ruler…..and maharaja means great ruler (if words are of interest to you). Remnants of that period can still be seen in the great architecture, railroads, and even the sense of justice in the country.
Today, however, I am looking at this country with new eyes, ones that see India in all her sumptuous, colorful beauty. Simply put, the soul of this ancient culture has a new emphasis and attraction for me. I now see her affinity with color as a major part of India’s DNA. Strip away everything, and a large part of the essence of India is it’s colorful soul. These colors have a fantastic sense of richness and relationship to one another, enhancing whatever they adorn, and of bringing a cultural unity to the many far flung regions of this vast country. Whether its a temple decoration, or simply the surface of a public road, India’s colors leave a lasting impact on our hearts.
I have tremendous respect for the profuse, colorful diversity of India, and the centuries of designing beautiful, rich, and vibrant combinations of colors……definitely an inspiration in my work.
Hoped you enjoyed this little mind tour of India’s past and present….