Her paintings lead me back to a dance, I would propose it to many in full sun, in the middle of a field or on a sunny farmyard, offering shade only under the arbor of vine vines. So it is well suited to this place, which from the sandy soils gives birth to shoots and grapes, the same grapes always held and squeezed in the hands of amphitryons and trimalcions of every age, in cups first of terracotta and then of gold or fragile crystal.