It begins with blue. Not the ordinary kind—the sacred one. The kind that floats between sky and sea. 

This blue has seen everything—weathered prayers, tide-buried secrets, gods sculpted out of memory and myth. It lives in temple walls and riverbeds, in offerings that drift like forgotten wishes. It lingers on the skin of deities, in the throats of those who speak their truth. 

 It is not just a color—it is inheritance. Presence. Space.A threshold between the sky and the sea.The inner blue—where stories are not told, but emerge. Much like Tirthraj Sinh Zala’s process: intuitive, observant—a kind of visual archaeology. His art doesn’t seek to explain; it invites. It doesn’t display myth—it dwells in it. In symbols and forms already familiar to us—and perhaps that’s why they connect. 

Blue is aligned with the Vishuddha Chakra, the throat center of expression and truth, this blue becomes a bridge—between Zala’s travels and his moments of quiet visual wonder – In his words: “Inspiration is out there, all you have to do is look.” 

After the reds of Rajputana women—embellished in dots—this time it’s speeding lines in electric blue, inspired by the attire of the Nihangs, the warrior monks of the Sikhs. 

 Tirthraj’s art is led by a quiet inner compass. It observes life, yet celebrates the glory of what once was. He has made mythology his own translation. 

Through swirling blue lines, you’ll find your Shiva, Nandi, the lotus, the divine union of Ardhanarishwara—companions in his journey and perhaps, in ours too. Some of them even carry a soft grin. 

Don’t be surprised if the queen chooses diamonds over the king—it’s a gentle nudge, a cosmic wink. 

This journey through Neelantara is one of instinct over intellect. 

Come, step into the sacred hue— 

and may it awaken the blue within you.