Fanning from the cen ter and unfolding the dancing rhythms, the painting with its lusty colors, echoes the shrilling knaaooos of a lovelorn dancing male peacock. The patches of strokes in gradients melt down the shrilling power of linearity and flat colors into poetry of a longing bird.

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