Blocks of wood leave behind memories of texture on the tip of your finger. A chiselled block of wood leaves behind more than texture; it lets tradition linger on your skin and slowly seeps deeper into you. The tradition of the chippas or the block-printers as they are called.
Flowers, birds, leaves, pomegranate trees, vats of dyes of ochre, vermillion and indigo. Continue reading
Azul and amarillo – or blue and yellow in Spanish – or perhaps the names of faraway lands from the tales of Ursula K. Le Guinn. The fact that the double ‘l’ in amarillo will go unpronounced adds to the unsaid subtle charm of the word itself! But that is not what my post is about really, although the two words will make an appearance in my diary of phonaesthetic words. Continue reading
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