altongrimes Posted November 13, 2016 Share Posted November 13, 2016 (edited) I am intrigued that it takes live performance coupled with the rather considerable effort that I put forth just to be there that opens the floodgates of experience to creative levels that I could never have hoped to realize otherwise. Only then do I begin the restorative process of "drinking" from the art form. A8 at the David Koch is invariably the prelude to the reassembling of my creative soul. Even my most conscientious efforts at study, though valuable - and there have been many - in front of YouTube's abundant dance offerings or repeated excursions into Jennifer Homans Apollo's Angels, etc., are incapable of bringing to my life the deep and abiding renewal of live performance. I will never forget Polina Semionova's timeless power and grace in Twyla Tharp's deliciously fractured Bach Partita. I was stunned and completely overwhelmed for days. Every molecule in my body was fairly vibrating with life. Clearly, I had experienced a mountaintop of artistic achievement. But, and it is a big "BUT", had I not persevered through the entropy and drama that is, to varying degrees, integral to everyday living, sacrificed and bought my plane ticket to New York and slugged it out through the L train to the 1 train, I would have never seen that glory. Edited November 13, 2016 by altongrimes grammar Link to comment
Natalia Posted November 14, 2016 Share Posted November 14, 2016 Thank you for your sensitive post, altongrimes. It sounds as if you made a fine choice of ballet as a center point for a trip to NY. Great feeling! Link to comment
altongrimes Posted December 12, 2016 Author Share Posted December 12, 2016 I meant to thank you for your response ! I can only imagine the creative wonder that your eyes have beheld on stages that only a few of us have been able to experience ! Link to comment
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