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I grew up hearing it every December, and it always blended into the holiday noise. But this year, it's hitting differently. Maybe because I'm paying attention. Maybe because the song is just absurd enough to demand it.

The short film I am sharing here is nothing more than a quick study—a montage of luminosity and shadow, a meditation on Sorolla’s way of sculpting daylight, a hint of guitar strings reverberating behind images that refuse to sit still. It is a first step, a way of preparing the eye before standing in front of the original canvases.