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Detour to Kutch<br />
There weren’t any sheep contentedly grazing but still I would describe Maihar as<br />
bucolic. Idylls are more often the experience of the visitor rather than the local,<br />
but places and spaces around the <strong>Art</strong> <strong>Ichol</strong> residency were, for me, idealistically<br />
picturesque and serene, especially compared to the arid scrub (albeit sheep and goat<br />
filled) of Kutch - my regular India haunt.<br />
There was the languid day of perfect winter warmth sitting on thick grass at ‘Amariya<br />
- The Writers’ Retreat’, absorbing the quiet stillness of the barely flowing River<br />
Tamas, with the calming aural backdrop thud of clothes being rhythmically washed,<br />
while I drew rushes and reeds from the water’s edge. What could be more perfect?<br />
Answer: the sunset infusing the dark green water with red, orange, pink, yellow.<br />
The photographers in our group were in a state of frenetic, precariously balanced<br />
brinkmanship, on top of the riverbank as the light changed second by second. The<br />
evening before, the blush was subtler - over an equally tranquil lake edged and strewn<br />
with a delicate, irregular mesh of decaying plant matter.<br />
rushes at amariya<br />
photo credit: gopika nath<br />
On the final day, those of us that went did not want to leave the Rampur plateau<br />
with its picture-perfect vista of dense forest vegetation softened by winter mist. We<br />
accessed the plateau through temple chambers in which the natural light was perfect<br />
for photographic portraits of Tanya, Shalini, the local temple boy and me. All of us<br />
willing models.<br />
Luckily, to ensure that we were not completely sucked into an out of control vortex<br />
of Arcadian cliché, Maihar also surprises with micro landscapes of flat, craggy stone,<br />
deconstructing temples, limestone quarries, dust filled industrial stone-crushing, and<br />
the intense heat and fire of melting and re-forming old pots and utensils.<br />
The photographers had the advantage capturing numerous permutations of each<br />
of these and any other scenario that triggered their imagination, in a flash and a<br />
click, while I developed a serious bout of camera envy. In spite of always being highly<br />
critical of out-of-focus, misty photography peddled as ‘interesting’ and ‘artistic’, I now<br />
find myself in this position, courtesy of an iphone not quite equal to the photographic