Saturday, September 6, 2003

battement tendu

she danced this particular pas-de-deux a hundred, a thousand times.
she could have flown, sleepwalking, through its enchanting familiarity. the joy it instilled in her was boundless.
she doesn't quite understand why or how she stumbled: only that she did, and that her misstep relegated her mercilessly to the wings, to the mystifying humiliation of a descending - and final - velvet curtain.

1 comment:

  1. Love this shot. Has a post-modern, dramatic feel to it. It's art commenting on art.