We asked Ramcharan what he thought about traditional craft and the younger generation. It somehow turned into an extraordinary tale of pregnancy, elephants, snakes, camels, attracting a mate, and whether the summer was a good time to have babies. We didn’t quite understand how we got there.
Northern India during winter is cold. In a cavernous building reserved for woodwork, the chill seems contradictory to the warm hues that emanate from the vast stores of timber. All in varying stages of production, we watch as the Sullivan’s solid mango wood tabletop begins to take shape.
Gentle sparks fly to the sound of a static zapping and a mixture of wire, gas and molten steel fills the air. It’s a tart, but not-so-unpleasant, sulphuric aroma that emanates throughout the metal workshop.