Real, live, noisy, breathtakingly fast, passionate and entrancing Flamenco dancing..you can barely see the castanets she was playing..what skill, what emotion - and is was amazing to watch, really something. Never mind that it was for a restaurant full of us tourists, it was fab, and no less honest in its rendition for us than it would have been on any other stage. There are number of glasses and bottles in the background of this photo that allow me to link this to Elizabeth's blog, for T Tuesday.
The two beautiful women dancing Flamenco for us had music that swelled. Genuinely, it got stronger, faster and more passionate. The girls flirted and moved and clicked the castanets and suddenly where whirling around and moving with grace and speed that was entrancing. And that's what I'm trying to do. Move around with grace and speed, clicking and achieving and being beautifully creative as I go. Well hey, why not. It's nice to liken the headless chicken type panic driven work that I do to something that is truly lovely like Flamenco. My work is done with no less passion, I don't think. Although I concede, there is ever so slightly less poise.