While gathering research for my Kristeva Circle conference presentation on Flamenco, the Duende, and Kristeva's semiotic chora I had time to visit the Alcazar of Sevilla, where I collected patterns of infinity. (and a double tree, curated to be a reflection of itself)
Research took me from El Centro Andaluz de Flamenco in Jerez de la Frontera to el Centro Flamenco Fosforito en Cordoba to a flamenco hall in Sevilla, where locals laughed and drank and sang and strummed guitars. An old woman encouraged a younger woman, whose voice cracked on the high notes. A man with a big round belly got up to dance, joined by a bartendress there with a flower in her hair. And then Granada, where I encountered gypsies wailing in the caves of the Sacromonte, the sacred mountain. They sang to me and beat the guitar and clapped, eyes full of sun and dry grasses, mouths stained tobacco....
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