Mythologies

From PhalkeFactory

Usha

Usha Saher

Shashi Badri( of the full moon)

Al Buraq-Kamadhenu [1] [2]



M

Mythologies are what you construct over the city that will not mould itself to your wishes, that suggests names to you and little more. Usha Saher, make me a new myth of morning.

Al Buraq. I look at the Ravi Varma print of Al Buraq.. the young woman's face so much like the face of one of my students, who wants to study a lot in a hurry, become a very good artist, put all her energy into doing the correct thing. Except the face in repose has this possibility of another story, this intriguig Al Buraq face

making time as nothing happens, i find many things, prints, pictures, i find nothing I look at my prints, Ravi Varma, a pack of cards and try to write them in Urvashi Puruvuras- the man who did not feel loved enough Shakuntala- the girl who only wanted a love story and had to learn being abandoned therefore


Nala Damayanti

the swayamvara

With unmoistened skins the Immortals—saw she, and with moveless eyes;[47] Fresh their dust-unsullied garlands—hovered they, nor touched the earth. On his shadow garland-drooping[48]—soiled with dust and moist with sweat, On the earth Nishadha's monarch—stood confessed, with twinkling

[3]

in the forest In the agony of famine—Nala, after many days, Saw some birds around him settling—with their golden tinctured wings. Then the monarch of Nishadha—thought within his secret heart,[25] These to-day my welcome banquet—and my treasure these will be. Over them his single garment—spreading light he wrapped them round: Up that single garment bearing—to the air they sprang away; And the birds above him hovering—thus in human accents spake, Naked as they saw him standing—on the earth, and sad, and lone:— "Lo, we are the dice, to spoil thee—thus descended, foolish king! While thou hadst a single garment—all our joy was incomplete."