Dance of proud women, colorful dresses, raised arms,
the smell of sweat and the click of castanets.
The palms clap, the hips curl and the tones of the Spanish guitars sing of love, passionate desire and the path to freedom. It's flamenco.

... handcuffed, infectiously exciting, sensual and sexy ...

Fire always goes through my body when the first tones of nylon strings
are heard and my eyes see the ripples of red skirts
and the wide sleeves of white shirts. It's flamenco.


extent: 100 x 80 cm
(akryl on canvas)