There was something about the jungle setting and the task of moving earth and other assorted debris in primitive baskets on to the heads of local laborers that caught my attention in South India. But as I studied the truck where they were depositing the dirt, my delight increased.
Painted Indian trucks are classic examples of folk art at its best and as far as I can tell, not an endangered art like weaving or embroidery.
When superstition doesn’t interfere with the rhythm and flow of one’s life; it, too, has its charms.
Once again, life and art coexist side by side in such a comfortable juxtaposition that we hardly notice it. But when we do stop and observe it, the beauty is there for us to behold, enjoy and maybe even smile at and of course feel gratitude that we are watching.