I saw in my mind’s eye a mature Salome whose story no one has ever passed down to us.
A woman, whose life changed permanently after that dance in front of King Herod, with the everlasting remorse of having asked for the Baptist’s head as a prize.
There are two scenes, past and present, linked by the anatomical continuity of Salome’s leg. St. John’s head hovers lightly because his soul is there while the woman’s body, though fascinating, is weighed down by the passage of time and rests on a green pillow, symbol of hope and salvation.