Madrid. It is this blazing sun that reflects on the sand still empty arenas.
For the bulls are behind, in the antechamber, dark and powerful masses, captured by the camera in the game that unites their bodies dark in the shadow they cast on the ground. They are dense and mighty. The men are working in silence, they size up the rather they judge them because they love.
A dazzling dance woman for the bull, accompanying his gestures and bewitching smiles. flamenco rhythm like a heart beat. She looks, trouble as much as she comforts, and agrees with him to the afterlife.
Muscle tension, hypnotic undulations. There ecstasy them, two hearts that beat faster, extensive emotion to exhaustion. A challenge, A joy.
The bullfighter is collected in the chapel, it will soon be in the middle of the circle, the audience applauding, olé !, or holding his breath in a silence like a prayer that does not even disturb the rustle of fans. Sometimes, an angel passes.
This is the picture, images, Spain entered in his passion, where art, Life and death are one, inextricably linked, as are the light and shade.
Text Ines Diarte