# 7, Oil on wrapped canvas
24″(h) x 18″(w)
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“Urged by the wind he spreads through dry wood as he lists,
armed with his tongues for sickles, with a mighty roar.
Black is thy path, Agni, changeless, with glittering waves!
when like a bull thou rushest eager to the trees.”
– Hymn to AGNI, The Rig Veda
