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derelict, towns countrified, alphabets disintegrated, fire turns blue into black.
Shiva destroys every fabric: wall, bark, paper, skin. Colour returns to dust
and sky. We who are gone never see the extent of loss. A thin blue line runs
down the middle. When it opens Vishnu strides out, making from unmade, time
again. Ocean erupts, beings team with life, music comes together, sky is a
matrix of water. The anonymous nineteenth century Calcutta artist who painted
this watercolour image (‘Blue: Alchemy of a Colour’, NGV January 2016) of the
dual person Harihara operated through the realm of the senses.
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