The brief was to give a coastal fish market the composed dignity of a devotional panel without pretending the seller is a goddess. So the layout borrows the central-figure-with-flanking-attendants grammar — one dominant fisherwoman, two more sellers at her sides, a scalloped arch behind — but the women stay in honest flat ochre-gold skin rather than the deity-green, which keeps the scene firmly in daily life. The hand-balance scale with its single fish, the baskets of silver and red catch, and the clay pots are kept literal and namable so the market reads true. We held the density medium-light and let the warm terracotta ground breathe between the baskets, so the eye lands first on the woman and her scale, then on the catch she is selling.