When I was very young, my uncle Cesar would take me to the ‘Corrida de Toros’, so I have a rather imaginary vision of the event.
I bought the photo above in Seville, at the door of the Maestranza, the mythical bull ring, where a few years earlier we viewed a ‘corrida’ that left me rather deflated. I did not like or understand the picador’s fierce behaviour, lancing the bull repeatedly.
What I remember of a good corrida is depicted fully in the photograph above: the courage and the elegant pose of the matador, the size and determination of the bull, its head reminiscent of Picasso’s Tauromaquia.
Notice also the bull’s tail wrapped around the impeccable matador, the hoof and the foot are touching.