The term Duende derive from the Spanish dueno de la casa, literally ‘the owner of the house’. More specifically, in folklore it refers to the elf-like spirit that inhabits certain places and manifests its presence in unexpected ways. A will o’the wisp, daemon or sprite who haunts the most secret corners of our interiors. But the duende is not an elusive stay-at-home: it steps out in the aura-like presence that surrounds bull-fighters and flamenco artists at their best. Invisible except in fine rendition, it is the essential ingredient of Andalusian soul. Dancers, musicians, singers and matadors know what duende is. It is the winged presence of inspiration, the sublime gesture that surpasses technique, the pure moment of grace – fleeting and awesome- that lifts up both performer and audience. It is the moment of creation that resolves direct conflict between life wish and death wish: the universal motor that drives our being in the world and is the only aesthetics capable of mediating with it. From the interior to the body and on to movement, the duende is an ‘owner’ who upsets furniture and unsettles habits.