Sometimes I just want to fly
Away from the clouds, into the sky;
Fall free and cold and naked....
There is something about grayscale pictures, I always think of them as being slightly cold to the touch, just as I imagine the moon is: made of something soft, cold and white.
A little picture of Kathakali, that deadly ( but not so dead) piece of feudal art, where men are of five different types, but women of just one. And of course, all enacted by middle aged men of varying degrees of plumpness.
Yet somehow the colours of the art form still turn me on, make me want to draw in paper and on walls. Above is depicted a call to war ( പോരിനു വിളി in Malayalam)by a villainous ചുവന്ന താടി (a.k.a red beard) character.
