Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Krish V. Krishnan: Rambles into Sacred Realms

Rambles into Sacred Realms is the beautiful and inspiring chronicle of author and artist Krish V. Krishnan's travels around the globe as he explores and portrays places of awe-inspiring divinity through writing and artwork. Krishnan recounts his experiences at places like the stunning rocky red desert of Petra, Jordan, replete with the ruins of shrines, palaces, and tombs; the ancient and holy city of Varanasi, India, where sacred chants waft in the breeze as funeral pyres consume the dead; and the ruins of Sukhothai, Thailand, teeming with temples, monuments, shrines, and watchful statues of Buddha as far as the eye can see. Krishnan's writings offer adventure, drama, and bits of humor, and his extensive collection of artwork, in watercolor, scratchboard, acrylics, pencil, and pastel, is superbly executed and captivatingly impassioned. Rambles into Sacred Realms offers a compelling invitation to the reader to vicariously enjoy and experience, through both words and images, the stunning power of some of the world's most incredible and sacred places.  Available Now!

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Here is an excerpt from chapter 12: Sukhothai, Thailand: Divinity in Stone.

Krish V. Krishnan, Monk’s Prayer on a Surreal Morning:
Wat Mahathat from Wat Tra Phang Ngoen.
Watercolor, 18 x 24.
This was indeed a dreamlike scene. As sacred chants in the Pali language wafted from across the pond, an early morning fog enveloped the landscape. In the distance I could make out the tall spires of Wat Mahathat and a few stone guardians that kept vigilant watch and blessed the pious. A lone monk clad in ocher robes was offering his worship at a Buddha shrine. As my guide chattered away with historical facts and architectural details, I lost him to the rapturous sight before me. In this special moment, there wasn’t any need for dogma or man-made faith, just the joy of being there and my gratitude for being able to both relish and capture it. Words couldn’t do it justice, nor brushstrokes make fair representation; the canvas here was infinitely more vast, handled by an artist with far more skill and expertise, and blessed with a color palette more intricate than a human hand could ever hope to mix. Nonetheless, I later sketched this scene and coated my cold-pressed paper with eight layers of washes before I could even faintly recreate what I had witnessed that morning. I returned to Wat Tra Phang Ngoen a bit later in the day to find the scene looking very different — the sun was now smiling down, bringing light to reveal every historical detail that an enthusiast could revel in! The artist’s mystery that had so enchanted me was now a thing of the past.

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