Visualize a composition where the woman’s body is a minimalist suggestion—two broad brushstrokes of ochre and a slash of magenta for her sari, a curve of charcoal ink for her spine. Her face is not fleshed out but indicated: a single line for the profile, a dot of vermilion for the bindi, a crescent swirl for her eye. Surrounding her are motifs of ancient India made strange: a horse’s limb becomes a flute’s neck; a rusted wheel (half of a chariot) floats near her shoulder. Blue fields of flat color invade the space, as if oceans of memory have spilled over the canvas. This is a woman standing at the confluence of history and dream, rendered with the stark confidence and vibrant weirdness that recall Husain’s fearless lines and color fields.