Indian Art
Indian Art
Not a chronology. A fever. This collection unfolds like a palimpsest peeled open mid-incantation—where Pahari pigments and Mughal symmetry collapse into neoclassical chiaroscuro, Rajput eroticism ripples through postcolonial silhouettes, and every canvas becomes a devotional rupture in the illusion of fixed identity. Here, Indian art does not illustrate—it architects memory. Silk jackets echo Kanchipuram looms. Sandalwood shadows mimic Chola bronze. Rajasthani after-parties spiral into camp surrealism, before doubling back through Persianate floral logic.