Last weekend I went to see Scottish Ballet’s 50th anniversary performance of ‘Spring!’ (billed with an exclamation mark). Ever since, I have been fixated with and thinking about the human body. I’m doing it now: sitting in the window seat of a café watching a woman walk past carrying three striped hula hoops: yup, she’s shaped … Continue reading Bend, Bounce, Bound
In a deliberate act of performing my own swan song, I wrote one last letter this week. Not my last letter ever, gracious no, where would that leave me? Just one last particular letter in, what I’ll call, a series. A letter marking an end, or a new beginning, depending upon how you view these … Continue reading Swan Song
Last night K. took me to the ballet, ‘The Nutcracker’ at the Festival Theatre in Edinburgh. She won the tickets, clever girl, in an art competition. It was for the dress rehearsal, and it opens for real tonight. My advice to you: go. I’m no ballet aficionado, but that was the best night out I … Continue reading The Nutcracker
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