How Odisha happened
I went to see Konark. I came home with a promise.
In June 2025 I drove out towards Konark with my father, to see the Sun Temple
the way you are supposed to see it — early, before the heat sets in. On the way
we stopped at a village because the walls looked strange from the road.
They weren't strange. They were painted. Radha and Krishna on the outside wall
of a house, lotus borders climbing the verandah steps, wooden birds and dolls
hanging in the doorway to dry. Inside, a man sat cross-legged finishing a border
no wider than my thumb. He had been on that border for eleven days.
The whole village does this — fathers, sons, wives, all of them — on cloth they
make themselves from old sarees and tamarind glue. And some of them were selling
a month of that work for the price of a taxi to the airport.
Chitrasutra is the promise I made on the drive back: give these families a
shopfront the size of the internet. They paint. We photograph, write, pack and
ship. The artist sets the price and the artist signs the work.
— Founder, Chitrasutra
Bhubaneswar & Puri, June 2025