A crowd presses to the edges of the sheet in a heat of coral, salmon and apricot, so densely packed that limbs, torsos and faces surface only to be absorbed again. At the upper left a cluster of deep blue and violet rounded forms interrupts the warmth. A hand closes around a pale rod at the left, brown fingers articulated with unexpected precision, while at the right a profile emerges in ochre and rose, chin lifted. Costantino's scene reads as a gathering glimpsed from within, tender and pressing at once.