Touching Roads

Touch

I like to put this feeling into a tangible form through the art of painting.

While driving through different continents,

I touch the trunks of trees,

the roads,

the water,

wave my hands in the air while driving.

This lets me internalise the feeling and reproduce them on an empty canvas.

I feel. I touch.

Touch is the realisation of the connection we feel within us.

The energy is transferred through the meeting of the atoms and the pull and push

of the air in between them.

Witnessing the historic creations around the world like Mogao Caves in China, Taj Mahal in India, Brahma Temple in Cambodia and touching it made me feel like I was a part of them for a nano second even. All Buddhist monks who meditated there or the hardworking people who spent months and years carving those rocks attained some sort of enlightenment.

They were a part of the process that made something out of natural resources and has sustained through centuries.

The dedication.

The faith.

I feel these in one ‘sparsh’

This one touch.