An image of a Flamenco dancer. Only she’s not dancing—she’s spraying graffiti on the wall, a spray can held elegantly in her hands. She gazes seductively, her shoulders rolled back. She’s aware of her charm.
As beautiful as she is, what I find truly interesting is the small square opening in the wall, where the light comes through. Who made that little opening, and for what purpose?
I didn’t lie down to peek through the hole. That would have made for an amusing photo— a man lying on his stomach beneath the skirts of a Flamenco dancer.