This composition stages a mythic procession where human and animal presences interlock like cut-paper silhouettes, turning ritual into a kind of moving architecture. Against a smoky grey field, the heated oranges and vermilions pulse like devotional fire, while the white bodies—part bull, part spirit—become luminous carriers of tension between innocence and force. The diagonals of horns, drums, and outstretched arms propel the eye in a continuous chant, suggesting that celebration and sacrifice share the same breath. The work feels less like a depiction than an invocation: a theatre of syncretic folklore in which identity is performed, masked, and reaffirmed through rhythm.