Colours of India Part 2
As some of you know, I love colour.
I also like to spell the word colour in the Canadian way, rather than spell it without the extra "u" as in color.
This past winter we lived, loved and enjoyed our lives for 4 months in a small village in South India. It was an amazing, restful, dynamic, energizing, stimulating, wondrous way to spend a Canadian winter.
It was HOT there! I couldn't and didn't approach my life with same kind of productiveness or intensity as I do when I'm here on Gabriola Island and in my own studio. For me, venturing out meant always planning for how to accommodate the mid day heat wave. We often went to markets to meet and see local village life, all the colours, sounds and smells.
Indian women have a way of looking beautiful, calm, cool and collected even during the intense heat, sitting all day selling their wares. I often felt like a limp dishrag almost before beginning to shop in the market.
We went each week to gather fresh fruits, veggies and assorted household items. Markets can be very intense with the noise, heat and smells. I loved it, but def needed to go for a swim in the nearby sea soon after.
I'm grateful for my travel experiences.
India is a place where color is doubly bright. Pinks that scald your eyes, blues you could drown in. – Kiran Millwood Hargrave
