Years ago I went to Carrara, the town in Tuscany where Michelangelo chose his marble. The mountains above it are not white with snow. They are white because they are marble, cut open for two thousand years. I stood in the dust of the quarry and could not say a word. I have been in love with stone ever since.
What I felt in Carrara, I think now, was time. The minerals in that marble were made inside dying stars, scattered into the dark, and pressed into rock over spans no one can really picture. Hundreds of millions of years of weight and heat. By the time a person first cut a line into it, the stone was already unimaginably old.
We are only the latest hands to touch it. One day, long after the last of us and long after our names are forgotten, the stone will still be standing, holding the shape we gave it. That is the whole of what I want to do. Borrow a little of that patience, and lend it to something you love.
Devotion and remembrance sound like two different things. To me they are one act: keeping what matters from slipping away. A god made tangible. A face you do not want to forget. A name set down to outlast its moment. Stone is how people have always done this, and it still works.
When I came home, I realised the thing I had chased all the way to Italy was already here. India has carved stone for a thousand years and never once stopped. The shilpis still know things that cannot be written down, only shown, passed from one pair of hands to the next. I did not want to modernise that away. I wanted to give it back its time.
So we let the robots do the heavy, exact roughing, the part that used to cost a craftsman months of his life. Then the master takes over and stays, for the slow finishing that only a hand can do. The structure is modern and precise. The warmth is real, and it is human. Every piece leaves with the mark of a hand on it, on purpose.
Designed and directed from Mumbai. Carved in Chittorgarh, in Rajasthan, where my family has known and worked with stone for generations. Made for collectors and houses anywhere in the world that something is meant to be kept.
Mumbai · Chittorgarh · the world over
I did not make this stone permanent. The earth did that, over an age I cannot imagine. All I can do is listen, carve, and pass it on, so that what you love can stand a while longer than you will.
Tell me what you have in mind. A figure, a memorial, a monument, or just an idea you cannot let go of. We start with a conversation, never a catalogue.