The town square fills with the familiar sounds of a fiesta--guitars strum, hands clap, and single voice rises above the large circle of townsfolk. Our peasant girl approaches a handsome, young gentleman, ready to lay to rest the notion that the dead don't dance.

The background was achieved with a traditional wet-into-wet bleeding technique to achieve an aged appearance, while the skeletal Flamenco dancer was painted with black acrylic ink and then brushed with watercolors to soften her form.