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Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.  -Pablo Picasso

7/4/2014

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“[Dancers] are creative the same way that paint in the pot is creative.  We are the means to the end….We are not the beginning or the end of creation.  We are the innocents of beauty; we wait and listen and pray for guidance."

                                                                                                          --Toni Bentley

 

Toni Bentley writes exquisitely well about the many paradoxes of being a professional ballet dancer; and I have thought of this passage from Winter Season quite often during my many years of dancing with the New York City Ballet.  Like paint on a canvas each dancer in a company represents a particular facet of a choreographic work—some of us are watery mauve stains, some are impasto globs of blue.  We are often many different shades and brushstrokes within the same ballet, or within several different ballets over the course of an evening.  There is tremendous liberation to be had in such a position.  We are not creators; but we have the privilege of embodying monumental acts of creation.  To perform Balanchine’s Concerto Barocco or Serenade is akin to inhabiting Michelangelo’s fresco in the Sistine Chapel.  It is an honor and a joy.  It is often a transcendent experience and probably the closest to the divine that I will ever come.  It is, at best, to feel fully alive, to be piercingly present in time and space.  

But there is also a decidedly negative cast to Ms. Bentley’s words.  And though I think dancers are far more creative than pots of paint, I understand what she means.  Can one truly be considered to be
an artist without also being a creator?  (Then again, Balanchine himself shrugged off idolatry with the humble comment: “God creates, man assembles.”)  Ballet is such a funny art form, for each dancer is both musician and instrument at the same time.  While pianos can be purchased and tuned and given to a musician to play, ballet dancers must put in years of sweaty toil to craft themselves into aesthetically pleasing shapes and learn to move in circumscribed, aesthetically acceptable ways.  Sometimes—say, when a new apprentice with the NYCB is in the middle of some forty-odd “Waltz of the Flowers” performances between Thanksgiving and New Year’s Day—simply to be the vessel for the choreography requires all of one’s focus.  Dancers cannot always achieve that euphoric loss-of-self onstage; we are often too exhausted, pained, or mentally drained to summon that depth of devotion—or, frustratingly, to make our bodies do what we want them to do.  And unlike a palette of paint or a tuba, dancers have thoughts and feelings and emotions about what they do—lots of them.

I decided to create this space to share some of my musings and observations about my admittedly bizarre profession.  I have always been a hopeless nerd: I tend to read every ballet book I can get my hands on and spend lulls during my rehearsal days watching old footage in the Performing Arts Library at Lincoln Center.  Up until a bad injury a few years ago my approach to this research had always been casual.  But while rehabbing from a major surgery—during which time it was unclear if I’d ever be able to dance again—I was bereft.  (The other problem with being both artist and medium in one package is the terrible loss of identity one experiences when one’s instrument breaks.)  I realized then that writing about dance could be a way to stay connected to my art, to keep my sense of self a little more intact.  Since I have been blessedly back to work, I have found that the writing process really helps to inspire me onstage and I have become hooked. 

Also, at City Ballet, where we perform different ballets every night for grueling—yet exhilarating—six-week stretches at a time, there is naturally not enough time to think about each ballet in depth.  Frequently, the season’s first performance of a work is also the first actual run-through!  This is part of what makes the life of a dancer so exciting.  Bentley explains: “we the performers can only do—the moment the curtain rises.  For us, all thought and reflection are out of place; it is too late.  We must be like trained animals and active instruments, responding to the learned stimulus of the music.”  She is correct: to be onstage is to be all spontaneity and muscle memory and light.  Let this, then, be my forum for thought and reflection.

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S Sadoff
7/5/2014 11:41:51 am

This is a wonderfully insightful post. I look forward to reading more just like this one.

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jim mattimore
7/10/2014 03:03:45 pm

Faye: I have never met you, but I love your dancing and can't wait until September. I love the blog.
Love, JIm

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Elaine
7/14/2014 11:44:47 am

I'm loving your extended metaphor that is the inspiration for the title of your blog. The English teacher in me is so proud!
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