Back to Delhi



This is Defence Colony in Dehli where we are staying.
It is a nice quartier with little restaurants and it is quiet in our airbnb.
We went th the Red Fort and the National Museum. 
We saw the saturday strollers out en masse.  The same beautiful inlaid marble and geometrical waterways here as in Agra.  The floral art is splendid. Shah Jahan lived here for part of his reign.





Afterwards we went to the Myseum.  I had studied Indian art at the Louvre in Paris and was happy to finally see some of the most emblematic works of the area.  These clay figures are from The Indus Valley civilization.  They are so caricatured. This is around 3000 BC.

The bronzes were also very fine.  The “nataragas”. very much influenced my effigies series way back when.


This is Janhangir, he was a very tolerant Muslim leader and the Jesuits were in town so here he is holding a portrait of the Madonna. In this museum I could really get within 1 inch of the miniatures !



Vishnu in stone and bronze.

Herd is Krishna with his goodies or cowherder girlfriends, gopis, playing the flute.
Indus Valley seal the script is still undeciphered today.
Here Krishna who is friends with the women cow herders, gopis, stole their clothes while they were swimming. He is in the tree, a trickster.
This miniature reminds me of some parties I attended in my prime but this is Siva and friends.

First ever kinetic sculpture from 3000BC.  
A Nataraga
I love the detail in this one.
Juniper they are taunting me with that dollop of ketchup

Juniper, they put ketchup on my plate.

 

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