The aglione flower beside me absorbs the light from the LEDs and stands out in the evening’s images like a full moon against a dark sky. I hadn’t noticed it during the performance. We began whilst there was still a little natural light, and Fiorenza increased the intensity of the illuminated stems as the testimony unfolded, leaving only the yellow light in the final scene for the first time. I see this beauty again in the photos shown to me that very night. My position is at the centre of a hexagon formed by the vegetable plots surrounding me. ‘It’s like a beehive cell,’ a dear friend who was with us tonight told us. The multitude of mental images that each spectator creates within themselves is a joyful surprise every time.