Working day begins with an offering prayer, thoughts and notes on a cluttered desk, ideas spill out amongst the chaos.
I make my Wasli paper layered old and new making stiff support and portability as Mughals did moving from court to court.
Ground pigments blended with glycerine and honey.
Water containers for mixing and working, an endless supply of brushes, pencils and blades are used to produce such fine detail.
Everything is ground, crushed and melted from its original organic form, part of this process driven art form.
Shells of prepared opaque mineral pigments, await reviving with water.
Precious squirrel brushes hand bound and cased in a delicate ferrel. They require endless cleaning to keep them alive.
It feels right taking time to draw out an idea, it maps the mind to so many more possibilities.