Remember being a kid and wishing to fly? Wanting to see the world and not being stuck in one place? Remember the disappointment in being told that people cannot fly? But that did stop all the jumping off beds and couches preferably with a sheet acting as a cape. Nothing came close until Ballet.
The only thing that that anchors her to the ground in one foot en Pointe. Its the closest thing to flying. She spins and spins and spins.Lost in the moment that is neither here nor there, she is lost. She is doing what few people can.
Her skirt in no longer an just an item - its an extension of her. Showing that she is an ethereal being. Balancing her out and showing that she is movement. She is untouchable.
Her head in the crook of her elbow- she’s done this before, she can do it in her sleep and yet its beautiful and captivating and haunting. She’s suspended in time. a moment displaying her grace and power.
She has been dancing her entire life. She will be remembered as one of the best dancers of her times. But Right now its 1942, and she’s 8 years way from becoming a lead dancer in the New York City Ballet and George Balanchine's favorite dancer. So she dances.
She has been dancing her entire life. She will be remembered as one of the best dancers of her times. But Right now its 1942, and she’s 8 years way from becoming a lead dancer in the New York City Ballet and George Balanchine's favorite dancer. So she dances.
She is flying, she is untouchable, she is defying gravity.
