Ballet, like opera, is wonderful because it is monstrous, the hyper-development of skills nobody needs, a twisting of human bodies and souls into impossible positions, the purchase of light with blood.
—Irina Dumitrescu | Longreads | February 2017
Yes, this: especially, “…the purchase of light with blood.”
You can read Dumitrescu’s entire piece about coming to ballet as an adult beginner here:
Swan, Late @ Longreads.
For what it’s worth, this is one of the things that appeals to me about dance and especially ballet: my body is strange, but in the studio is strangeness is an asset. Ballet takes all the elements of potential immanent in this body and makes from them something beautiful not in spite of, but because of, its strangeness.
PS: Modern went well today, even though I came into it sleep-deprived as all hell. Notes later, maybe.