Comments about Prathibha Nandakumar
And they award you for deconstruction!
Design thearies desert you to tackle
the slopping roof realities without a column support of
decomposition. You wake up to a morning of
steel frames and blinding glass. Paint red,
whispers the colour goddess. You obey.
Plan from the pavement and reach the sanctum sanctorum.
Hidden well within the darkness of the soul