“Front row: a newbie, all ears and eagerness. Next up, heads begin to tilt, daydreams start. Third in line, dreams take flight. In the back, the master of back-bench musings, jaded, a bit of been there - done it all. A timeless tale of classroom journeys, sculpted in stone with a hint of humor. #backbenchers😎 #eccelectica #khajurahosculptures
“🐝 Dish with a Bee pollinating a lotus flower. Mauryan period, 200 BCE. HIndia
Step into the past with this Mauryan ceramic, where the ancient glazes and dyes bring to life a scene of a bee and a lotus in perfect harmony. This piece is an echo from over 2200 years ago, capturing the essence of lotus ponds that might have inspired poets like Kalidasa. It’s not just an artifact; it’s a testament to a time when nature’s intricate beauty was meticulously observed and celebrated, a reminder of the intimate bond between art and the natural world. Amazed at how contemporary it looks.
#mauryanempire #ancientceramics #metmuseum
Instagram is like being at Disneyland. Everything is big, bold, beautiful! A suspension of disbelief. But there is a difference, Disneyland is presented as imaginary in order to make us believe that the rest is real. #instagram #reality #eccelectica
Fashion predictions for the year 2000! Film by British Pathé (1939)…. An electric headlight to find an honest man!! 😍😍 This film was made over 90 years ago and a look to the year 2000 would have appeared in the realm of science fiction. Thankfully no climate control belts or headlights for now, but do you predict for the year 2100?
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#thirties #thirtiesfashion #vintage #oldvideos #vintagevideos #throwback #blastfromthepast #fashionpredictions #evead2000 #oldies #blackandwhite #aesthetic #vintageaesthetics #30sfashion #britishpathe #featurefriday
Yashoda and the infant Krishna.
This beautiful image could have been of any mother nursing her child, in a moment of tender intimacy. Both have their eyes wide open, while Yashoda is not coy, as gazes back at us meeting our eye directly , unabashed. A village woman, wife of a cowherd as the foster mother to a God.
The straight gaze back at the viewer is typical of Hindu idols and in accordance with the Hindu belief of seeking a one-on-one audience with their God, the ability to look him up in his eyes and speak directly.
The Chola bronze (copper alloy) is from the 12th Century and housed at the Met Museum. The reason this image becomes even more significant is that Yashoda was not Krishna’s biological mother but even as she fosters him, she shares a maternal bond with him that surpasses and is unequalled by any other mother in all of the Puranic stories and texts. It’s a story about purity of love, and the fulfilment of nurturing life, and the joy of parenting.
Today is Janamasthami, the day Krishna was born. #janamashtami
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#krishnajanam #yashodakrishna #yashomati #cholabronze #cholaperiod #ancientbronze #balgopal #krishnajayanthi #krishnaquotes
Seeing Red.
Mark Rothko’s painting with.a strong primary red sold for over 89 million dollars recently. Red has been a fascinating colour, and through history, the colour red has had two opposing connotations; good and bad, love and anger.
Unlike the colour blue, red pigment exists in abundance in nature—from human and animal blood to red dirt and metals. Ochre, a clay coloured red by iron oxide, was ground up and used as body paint and to create cave paintings. In a cave in Spain, a painting of a bison dating back to 16,500-15,000BC was found coloured with this red ochre.
In the Renaissance period, bright reds were used to draw attention to the most important figures in a painting. A great example of this is The Assumption (1516-1518) by Titian, a painting in which the figures of God, the Virgin Mary and two apostles are highlighted by their vermillion robes.
Closer to modern times the association of the colour and its symbolism was adopted for Communism, Fascism and Imperialism, Soviet, Nazi Germany, Imperial Japan and Red China as classic examples. Equally it has been seen as an auspicious colour by an lost all cultures. So what’s your favourite red thing?
This is a breathtakingly beautiful haiku by Katsushika Hokusai. Sharing as my tribute to all the writers and artists, and to the process they go through, in conjuring up the images for us, that otherwise we would have never seen, and the poppy would have remained just another flower.
Be-longings! My father in law was 10 years old when the country became an independent dominion, and with it the came the partition of the soil based on a line drawn on a map that would sear the hearts of the people on both sides of it. The young boy was not sure of which way to celebrate and which flag to hold. The family was given a two day ultimatum to leave Sindh in Pakistan, with only two articles of baggage allowed for them to pack whatever they could. The next day they were told that it is only one bag. I wonder often what would I pack in a single bag if I was to walk away from everything else I had. Would it be the valuables, would it be things with the most sentimental value or would it be most practical things for the uncertain journey ahead. I am not sure that I have the answer. The three utensils in the picture made it across the border with one such family, three pieces out of a treasured trousseau of over a 100 pieces. A lot more was left behind but some things stay, some memories stay, etched forever. Memories don’t need bags but can become part of the baggage we carry. #1947 #partition #india #pakistan #partitionmuseum #whatremains
People crammed within the compartment, on top of them, and handing in between. . A tale of forced migration. There is no greater misery I can imagine than people being displaced by fear, and to leave behind everything they ever had, homes, belongings, reputation, roots. The second image as you swipe is by Satish Gujral and his account of what he had witnessed during the partition and the migration on both sides in 1948. .
