After a week of being spun in circles breathing in the visual images my mind is eventually asimulating  and sifting out what I can and can not not proses the textures the smell the colour flowers in abundance. This creative space begins to wind it’s way in to the structural network ..to open up the mind .. So in a few days to reflect my perceptions let me try in the visual …colour hear is different the light is yellower and all the tonal plays of light play with the seases the flow of fabric wrapped around the woman’s bodys ancient modernity passed down for generations with the essence of beauty that seems to fold and unfold . The mixture of tradition is exquisite how the chalk mark clean houses .. The romanticism of India when a husband returns from work he buys a row of fresh flowers and his wife puts them in water to wear in her hair the next day  … The Unimaginable fragrance of flowers is like nothing I’ve ever experienced .consciously findings …interpritations