Showing posts with label dancer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dancer. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

are we human or are we dancer? S. Because that grammar is just.... just.

What does it mean to be a "dancer"? There is a lot of talk in the adult ballet community about just this topic. Is it okay to think of yourself as a dancer if you haven't been dancing since you were three? At what point do you become a dancer? Is two classes a week dancery enough? Three? Five?
Here is what I think.
I think that you are a dancer when you see someone walking down the street in the summer heat (105*, by the way) in a painfully short black skirt and blindingly pale pink tights and your first thought isn't "someone call the fashion police" or "whatever she is selling I am not in the market for." but "OH YEAH. Me too."

Saturday, March 22, 2014

contemplative

13th in an occasional series of ballet paintings that are not Degas:


Dancer with a Hoop (1881)
Jean-Louis Forain

Monday, October 29, 2012

Girl Crush

This is Nina Baratova, the ballerina I was totally in love with when I was a pre-teen girl:

As Juliet when she was a principal with the Sacramento Ballet.


Hamming it up as Lady Capulet this year.

What eleven year old girl wouldn't want to be her, am I right?

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Such a Ham

Fourth (?) in an occasional series of ballet paintings that are not Degas:

 
Vaslav Nijinsky en Danseur Oriental 
by Jacques-Emile Blanche 1910