A procession of hybrid deities and attendants unfolds like a contemporary folk cosmology, where fluorescent skin tones and patterned textiles turn sacred iconography into a jubilant, destabilized theatre. The central figure’s many-armed poise anchors the composition, yet the hovering lotus stems and triangular plinths suspend everyone in a buoyant in‑between space—part ritual stage, part dreamscape. Flat, declarative color fields and meticulous ornamentation replace natural depth with symbolic clarity, suggesting that faith here is not distant transcendence but a lived collage of contradictions: tenderness and ferocity, play and power. The calm band of water at the bottom reads as a threshold, quietly reminding us that myth is a current we keep crossing, carrying devotion and satire in the same breath.