Tuesday, November 20, 2012
It must surprise you to know that despite my lithe athletic figure, I'm not a great dancer. I struggled through 3 years of Physical Theatre at University, artlessly maneuvering my graceless physique across dusty sound proofed stages. I spent my undergraduate years not morphing into a beautiful swan, but rather a cumbersome Dalmatian - covered head to toe in large dark bruises, my tail between my legs and my enthusiasm to one day hit the Broadway stage as the next Shirley MacLaine triple-threat entirely obliterated.
I immersed myself in the history of dance, learning about Twyla Tharp, Martha Graham, Pina Bausch and Alvin Ailey. I marvelled at their creativity and their ability to reconfigure what people perceived as 'dance'. I may not have been any kind of dancer, but I respect the athleticism and enormous creativity and determination that dance demands.
My eyes glistened with tears as I took my son to his first day of pre-school in New York City and discovered that the Alvin Ailey dance theatre is across the road. Every day we walk by and watch these beautiful creatures leap majestically in classes 5 stories high and 5 rooms wide. A marvellous Rubik's Cube of diversity and brilliance.
I have found many things in my life that I can do well and learned along the way that being an appreciative connoisseur of fine things is more satisfying than being a bitter, defeated critic. So many parts of my life have shown themselves to me in this city over the last 5 months here. New York is like a giant magnifying mirror. I'm so grateful that I like what I see.