The brief was to show the living ritual, not just the icon: so the enthroned goddess holds the top of the field calm and frozen, while directly beneath her the bhuvo — the oracle-priest who lets the Mother speak through him — dances with his hair flying, the dhuno fire-pot smoking up toward her in flame-lines. The two drummers are drawn mid-beat to give the scene its rhythm. The Vaghri (Devipujak) community of Ahmedabad, long kept from temple sanctums, painted the Mother onto cloth and danced the bhuvo before that very cloth to invite her presence — so the panel ring of procession, dancers and a carried palanquin-shrine frames the trance as the centre of a whole festival. Deep-maroon red, iron-rust black, undyed cream: nothing else, because the limited natural-dye triad is the entire discipline.