A quiet night somewhere in the tropics. The moon in her full glamour has climbed to the zenith of the inky nightsky, her light paling in comparison to the glow of the woman's skin in the foreground. She is a tall one, formed in arguably the best proportions of her sex. She is dressed in delicate orange silks that serve to reveal rather than conceal her gorgeousness. However, the glow of her mukhmandal stems from not just her flawless skin but the rage she is seething with. As the evening wears on, she has only the peacock to keep her company (he looks up at her in anticipation of a burst of temper) - her lover has kept her waiting for a very long time, and she isn't the kind of woman who has to wait for what she desires.
Despite the anger her pretty little mouth is contorted in, an eerie calm lines her brow. The sombre Radha-Krishna couple in the background are figments of her imagination, as she tries to console herself with how the divine lover had made Radha wait endless hours for Him, only to finally come to Her and pacify Her. Radha has turned Her face away from Her Krishna, whilst He draws Her close and offers His explanations. It is His divine conduct that she expects out of her mortal lover, who would walk in through those dark red velvet curtains any moment now. She awaits him, having arranged a tray of wine and fruits within an arm's reach to serve to him, while she plays with a peacock feather to keep herself from losing her temper.
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Oil Painting on Canvas50 inch X 35 inch
Item Code: OU18
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