Barasingha stags wading belly-deep through ground mist in the meadows of Kanha at dawn, many-tined antlers raised, the sal forest beyond a soft blue shape, the low sun behind turning the mist gold, white paper left for the mist, wet-on-wet gold and blue-grey, watercolour, washes running to all four edges, no paper margin or border, flat and square-on Mehr sehen