When i was in high school--- I was soooooooooooo friggin' bored and LIVED only for my daily ballet classes and rehearsals. (more about that later---) In the meantime, my textbooks, notebooks--- every surface I could find, was covered with endless drawings of THIS ballerina--- (in Close Encounters of the Third Kind, kind of Obsession) I could never stop drawing "my ballerina." en arabesque, en attitude, en passe---with feet that bent into half circles and beautifully muscled, shapely legs of perfect proportion and hyper-extension. She was my ideal of the ultimate embodiment of exquisite feminine beauty and in complete control of her body; there was no limit to what she could do, no matter how difficult or seemingly impossible. On paper--anything was possible.
She only existed in my mind, until now.
enjoy!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AMXfjFQDqC0
I feel the same way when I watch a college volleyball match or a beach tournament. :)
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