She is tall and has the full, flowing figure of the divine mother. But for the tigerskin loincloth wrapped barely over Her thighs, She is naked. The sheer proportion of gold on Her person befits the most exalted of the heavenly Devis. A headband that holds Her luscious, floor-length hair in place; kundalas that frame Her beauteous face. Chunky bracelets clasping the length of each of Her four arms (She is chaturbhujadhari). Even Her feet are clad in gold and jewels, one of which Her Lord Shiva lovingly clasps as He lies bare beneath Her feet. Note how He gazes upon the ferocity of the Kali-roopa Parvati.
Portentous skies and a line of severed heads constitute the backdrop of this oil. A freshly severed head She grabs by the hair with one hand, its blood still dripping from the scimitar in another.