I always admire dancers. Classically trained dancers, street dancers…. people who are alive because they are dancing, even the word “love” seems too weak to describe the extent of their passion. People who choose dance as a profession, knowing how difficult and relentless their journey as dancers are.
Last night, I was looking for SYTYCD clips from YouTube when I stumbled upon Etoiles: Dancers of the Paris Opera Ballet ,Class, Rehearsals and Snapshots. It has 9 parts and I haven’t finished watching them all; however, it gives an intimate look of the Paris Opera Ballet dancers. Very inspiring stories, beautiful people, gorgeous black and white photographs, and stunning snippets of dance performances…. I have to finish them all.
And after watching something so beautiful, I can’t help thinking about my ballet teacher Maureen Janson. Sure I’ve never been a good ballet dancer and my pirouette is horrid, but I always admire her long lines, strength, and effortlessness when doing something as simple as a curtsy.
I hope the moment will come when I put on my dance shoes again,