01
One unbroken line, no dead ends
The kené path is walked and sung in a single continuous movement; every turn returns to the start without lifting the brush.
02
Right angles only, never curves
Squares, rhombi, octagons and crosses fill the field; the geometry stays strict, mirror-symmetric, with no soft swash.
03
The ground carries the song
Mahogany-bark cotton dyed to a deep red-brown holds the near-black huito line; the field is never pale, never quiet.
04
Seamless and space-filling
No isolated center, no empty stage; the labyrinth fills the cloth edge to edge, each motif repeating to the next.