TARSHITO, WHOM I have known for almost a decade, never ceases to astonish me. He has endless creative energy, dashing around Italy teaching and lecturing, then home to Bari, the capital of Puglia, to immerse himself in his extraordinary workshop, installing new exhibitions whenever invited to do so, or criss-crossing India in search of new collaborators.
Tarshito, whose name was a gift from his Indian guru, Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, is tall, imposing and expansive. He doesn’t greet his friends: he throws his arms wide and embraces them. Sometimes his life seems like a non-stop movable party, fuelled ...
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