Kama Sutra

An unnatural light holds the bodies in place.

Everything is muted, almost grey, except for the gestures. They glow, as if they are the only things still alive.

I kept returning to the sculptural groups of the Kandariya Mahadev Temple. Their intertwined forms felt certain, almost eternal.

I wanted to take those gestures and remove their stability. To see what would happen if they existed in a more fragile atmosphere.

Here, the touch is no longer carved in stone.

It flickers.

It hesitates.