Dhundiraj Phalke's notes for a possible script? on Raja Ravi Varma

Ravi Varma: " And when you have finished with both, the body and its robes, when the most difficult labour is over, then you can take the evening off and sleep a fresh sleep in the knowledge of the pleasure that awaits you, when you will make their jewels. The brush must pick up the paint with some strength, because pearls need body. But when the brush leans on the canvas, then your touch must be light and sure, as pearl by pearl you festoon your woman with garlands. You let a small spot of gold touch his ear and hold up a teardrop of white. These too are the glories of our people, these make them more real, the viewer's hands are lifted in wonder and desire, wanting to touch and fearing to do the same. And women come closer, and look down at their own necks when they see these pictures, and see themselves standing at doorways, looking back, turning their heads, see themselves as Subhadra, as Damayanti, as Shakuntala" Raja Raja listens. He knows his older brother has been a good student of their uncle, who is an expert in the Tanjore school of painting, where ornamentation is the most delicate and cosummate skill you can practice. But Raja Raja senses he has other desires. If Ravi Verma keens his eye to the texture of skin, the transparency of cloth that covers Urvashi's breast, Raja Raja's eye is on the pigments of the dawn that suffuse the sky, the grains of the evening that fall over a pond, till you feel they might choke you. He marvels at the changes of the sky in each new place they visit, and he remembers them all.