The power of the last dance. I never set out with the intention of scorching and sensual colours but always seem to end up with at least some of them. The dancer carries with her the memories and fire of the dance and the tiger guards not only her body but also her thoughts and dreams.
This all came to me in a club in Buenos Aires, not anything to do with the colours - more to do with the passions locked within the dancers in the endless beating of the music.
Oil, gold leaf