A handful of ripe wheat rises, mingling with the deep heat of powerful reds, like a languor resting beneath the Mediterranean sun.
And yet, already, the impulse of a dance can be sensed, ready to break the silence, to make Seville’s warm air tremble. The earth’s dense beauty, the generosity of a suspended gesture, the baroque brilliance of Andalusian light, all gather here as an offering to the night before the awakening of the festival.