Picture taken October 15, at Polaman House of Bale Inap Tembi Rumah Budaya, Yogyakarta. I really like the landscape was not a lush forest copied from the tale (Satyavan was dead in the forest, laid with his head on her beloved wife's lap under the big tree). This painting shows the surrounding had became dry and lifeless (to Savitri) without her husband alive.
Oh dear, oh dear. Yes, I am a hopeless romantic!
