Glimpse.

{Still in elusive pursuit.}

I saw costumes in motion I have only seen illustrated in books, exhibited on gallery wall, or caught in a photograph’s monochrome palette. I saw Nijinsky’s erotically charged Faun capable of creating scandal. I saw a bear with chain through its snout draw giant loops in the air, one of many in the coloured set of Petrouchka’s carnivale choreographed by Mikhail Fokine. I saw Picasso’s set painted and costumes all bands of colour and line. I saw all this in movement, in colour, dancing before my eyes in the Paris Opera performance of Le Spectre de la Rose, L'Apres-midi d'un faune, Le Tricorne and Petrouchka to mark the 100 year anniversary of the Ballets Russes. All this sighted late one morning when my own work was causing my brow to furrow. Stravinsky and Claude Debussy in my ear, and a hushed crowd about me in the cinema beckoned. Sometimes ideas are hard to court and when such moments land with heavy thud, and often they do, it is best to pack up one’s things and head out the front door to see something you’ve not seen in awhile if ever before.

 

A long walk, a film perhaps, or to the garden. See something else. Do.

+ When ballet stepped into the sun, the Ballet Russe and Le Train Bleu

 

+ Thank you for your recent Owl orders. They are on their way to new homes now, with the first five orders with promised extra giveaway tucked under wing.