This luxuriant oil from the Exotic India collection is layered with visual tonalities that are bound to engage all who gaze upon it. A pensive, almost sombre lady rests on the palace swing, her troubled gaze directed ahead of her but at nothing in particular. Her attire betrays both her wealth and her youth - warm orange saree teamed with a delicate pink blouse, brocaded and woven with studded gold booties. The swing in her chamber is just spacious enough to accommodate her petite frame. It is cushioned with luxurious green velvet and brocade, the bolster she rests her arm on in a matching dusky blue and gold. Thick brass chains, punctuated by ornate motifs, hold the swing in place.
On the contrary, the background is decidedly Stygian. An imposing red curtain looms over the darkness, while a dull unlit pillar dominates the other half of the backdrop. An unsettling pitch-black shadow lies beyond the pillar and the curtain. The blackness matches the stance of the lady in the foreground. Her partially revealed countenance bears a composure of discomfiture. The angle of her gold jhumka reveals that she is about to turn her lovely face away. Her lashes are long, the tips of which almost touch her roseate cheek. A miniscule bindi, as becomes a pre-bridal beauty, sets off the tender arch of her brow. Her nosering is heavy, just like the maangtika that covers the entire length of her flawless temple. The jet-black wisps that frame her young face emerge from a luscious mane that has been parted, where rests the gold maangtika, and braided down the length of her spine all the way down to her hips. Her superbly thick braid is held in place by streams of gold, the emeralds on the tasselled headpieces the same as the one tying the ends of her tresses together.
Her limbs are long and gracious. The floweret on her gold amulet looks great against the florals on the brocade of her blouse. A single gold bangle, thick in terms of proportion, graces her exquisite wrist. In her hand - and this is the most unusual detail present in the painting - she holds a peacock feather that serves as her fan. Its brilliant blue centre is rimmed with the gracious gold colour found in minute quantities in nature. The green of the rest of the feather has a sheen that rivals the glimmer of the emerald on her finger. The stance of her lower limbs is no different - with one feet going over the other and touching the floor beneath the swing, her entire body is wrought with an unspoken anxiety. Note the plethora of jewels studded in the gold of her heavy anklets, which look like they would fall off her tender feet as she walked.