Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Ballet Shoes


N started a Chinese Folk Dance class this year through UNL's Confucius Institute. She went digging around in my closet to find these shoes. They're mine. From ages and ages ago, obviously, but they are my shoes. 

I wore them when my inner narrative was convinced I was part of a Degas portrait. I just hadn't walked through the correct frame, yet.
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2 comments:

David Landis said...

You were a Degas drawing. Amazing to watch

March 1, 2012 at 2:27 PM
Melissa said...

Thanks, D. I look back on all that with some distance in terms of time and space but the sense but the love of it...the love of dancing still sort of pierces through from a rich memory to a more present sense.

April 16, 2012 at 2:01 PM

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