She holds a veena in her hands which she strums to make music for the devas. The same has been embossed with intricately-done lotus petals. Note how her long, slender fingers seem to become a part of the instrument itself as she plays. Down the midst of her luscious torso emerges a red silken sash that conceals the navel, its edge grazing the pleats of her richly coloured dhoti. Zoom in on those pleats and the floor-length sashes that descend from her hips, to appreciate the characteristic colour palette and the remarkable attention to detail.
The apsara has gorgeous black hair. It has been parted down the midline of her skull and gathered in a thick bun behind her head. Possessed of all the youth and beauty of all three lokas, she has adorned herself with the finest jewels on her decolletage, her earlobes and her nose, and her hands and feet. She cuts a solitary, carefree figure, too absorbed in the twin values of art and beauty to belong to anyone.