Four layers, no shortcuts

We lay the saturated vermilion ground before a single figure — the field is the subject, never the backdrop.

Cobalt sits beside vermilion at full strength; no gradient softens the seam, no shadow pretends at depth.

A single eye, a clean jaw, a fixed gaze — the court reads sideways, the way Sahibdin's atelier drew it.

Leaf is burnished only on rule and crown — one bright thread through the page, not a gilded blanket.