 Reaching for the sky at Cottesloe |
Dance, the most graceful but least verbal of the arts, is something I am learning about fast, having accepted a part-time job with a ballet company.
My moves do not involve gliding around on the floor of practice space. My moves are more prosaic. I help shift tables, as a break from tapping away at a computer keyboard to write letters and material for the company’s website. While waiting for a reply, maybe, I have time to wrestle with questions. Why did I never, as a child, develop an interest in dance, apart from me bopping, jigging and jiving to the Beach Boys and Abba? Why do I, generally speaking, need a verbal component to appreciate the arts, such as drama and opera offer? And, er, what is art? I am not going to live long enough for a definitive answer on this third one. |
