{All this I give to you...}
{...and more.}
Tonight Louise is at the ballet and she is seeing what I saw last Friday eve on opening night. I am quietly waiting to hear what she thought of it. Did we see the same thing? I wonder what her eyes saw that mine did not. I am certain we both saw the beautiful symmetry of Les Sylphides but did it take her, too, to the year 1909 in Paris? Upon hearing Chopin, did her forearms prickle? Straight to my romantic heart!
The feeling of being one unified mass of like souls seated in a concert hall or theatre is a heady concoction no matter what you are seeing or hearing. Seated shoulder-to-shoulder, drinking it in, leaning forward, eyes focused. From Chopin to Stravinsky and a set of pastel splendour pulled straight from Russian fairytale; a palette to reference those onion-domed cathedrals. Give me salmon pink and cerulean blue and olive green, polka dots and men sporting beards, a muzzled bear and gold coins, puppets lifelike, yellow and rust, and neckerchiefs too, Butter week in the 1830s. Then dust me down and send me at speed to a set littered with giant illuminated eggs from which the dancers hatch. Yes, if I trust that fiction can move mountains so, too, can a performance. You cannot see, feel, experience something and not be in some way changed.
+ See silent footage of Petrouchka featuring Leon Woizikovsky as Petrouchka, Thadee Slavinsky as the Moor and Helene Kirsova as the enchanting Ballerina Doll.
+ Louise and I have updated our store with a selection of artists' books, notebook bundles and Thelma's felt pins. Enjoy!
{Objects gathered from recent reads (V)}
{A selection of greeting cards.}
