February 6th, 2008
The Search For Integrity In Dance
I always loved turning. Why? Because I was good at it. So when the lanky young Russian teacher, only three years my senior, glared at me critically after a pirouette combination, I froze.
“Jeeeeeeem!,” she screeched. “Vat is theese? In ballet turn like theese, in jazz turn like theese, what you do is…I don’t know.”