Her hair is tossed wild; she wears a garland of skulls around her neck and a skirt of severed arms around her waist. Her lolling tongue drips blood; her skin is the black of a moonless night. The goddess Kali stands unclothed, raised axe in hand, always ready for battle. No matter where she is found, in temples, in altars at home, in calendar art and in the countless digital impressions floating around cyberspace, Kali cuts a bodacious figure, unflinching in her gaze and unapologetic about her posture. Shame, shock or embarrassment, if any, lies entirely in the eyes of the beholder.


