I could never look at a work of art as if it were only a decorative object; no doubts it reflects the life and times of its creator. But what fascinates me is that, despite the ugliness of the era, beauty, when it exists, cannot be hidden. I sense a paternal care in the male instructor. The ensemble is overall very graceful. Your favourite painting is also mine, only it does not recall anything flamenco style – maybe because it’s all in blue and not red. The brushstrokes do not form nitid figures but a whole seen as if through frosted glass, maybe to emphasize a more intimate environment? If so, it would be a trait of femininity 🥰