Category Archives: The Long and the Short of It

Colin Jost: “Sign Here” extract from The New Yorker


Colin Jost: “Sign Here” : The New Yorker.

 

Just be patient and read down to the LAST LINE…..

Repost from 1999: Francis Mason, 88, dance critic and society figure


Francis Mason, 88, dance critic and society figure.

▶ 1 day with Dutch National Ballet – YouTube


▶ 1 day with Dutch National Ballet – YouTube.

Looking For the Perfect Ballet Summer Intensive? A Visual Viewfinder for you….



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pinterest interest: summer intensives…….

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TEXT MERGED FROM “LOOKING FOR THE PERFECT SUMMER INTENSIVE”

For the next bit of time, I will respond to many readers interests by comparing and contrasting unique, trendy, off-the-beaten path, professional and learned (as well as the visually stimulating) summer intensives that might otherwise be forgotten in the dancers mad rush to prepare portfolios, pictures, resumes and now dvds for the usual Summer Intensives. VISUALLY.

Where do I go??? (Should be one of the considerations for any dancer professional or not) And spend the least amount of money for the most improvement, fun and holiday? Dance can be fun. Should be. Must be.

Too often, it is the triad of schools for the American dancer (SAB, ABT, SFB). Internationally, but not international, we think of Paris, Kirov, Bolshoi, Royal, NYCB, which are not just a destination, but are also most frequently observed as a method of teaching by those in the know. There are other pathways-perhaps more realistic, less expensive and as good-maybe better. Well, let me say, unless you have merited a full scholarship to one of the above institutions, this might be useful for YOU! Even if you have….

Before posting, I have tried to make them affordable, doable, and possible for the serious, well-trained dancer who has professional aspirations and maybe a few flaws (which you of course ARE WORKING ON). They are programs ANY professional dancer would attend (and DO!). I will also try to address the budget worthy, stressing emphasis on technique, performance, classes, and environment-cultural photos are gratis because you will not have very much time anyway, but it is is nice to smell the roses, so to speak, when you do wander.

No one ever talks about what they do at these programs-it is all part of getting your dollar-they all try to keep that a secret, but a lot of the smaller or out-of-the-way programs make very significant attempts at having you WANT to return. They want you to enjoy yourself, relax, and take in the sights. They want to enrich you (makes you and your dancing better!) as well as help your dancing. These are all rather straightforward curriculums and programs with absolutely NO hidden agendas, propaganda, and all of these are well-intentioned programs, revered, and staffed with fine teachers. They do not just take your money! Well, they do, but they do it with panache. Many of them are looking for serious dancers and not poorly trained ones, others are willing to coach privately those who might be looking for a little bit more. Some move around….They are all interesting!

Besides, Summer Programs might also be an excellent way to EXPAND even for the most serious of academic dancers and at any rate I have provided those with a more worldly view to ballet……and timely! None of these are mills.

Read More….https://mysylph.com/2013/01/24/the-summer-intensive-ballet-scholarship-quest-2013/

Public Record: The Point Shoe


Public Record.

Pas de Deux: A Dancer’s-Eye View of a Performance – Kasia Cieplak-Mayr von Baldegg – The Atlantic


Pas de Deux: A Dancer’s-Eye View of a Performance – Kasia Cieplak-Mayr von Baldegg – The Atlantic.

See Video-really amazing. I love them….

▶ Scottish Ballet: Hansel & Gretel Inspired Halloween Witch M.A.C Makeup Tutorial – YouTube


▶ Scottish Ballet: Hansel & Gretel Inspired Halloween Witch M.A.C Makeup Tutorial – YouTube.

▶ Partnering | Ep. 9 | city.ballet


▶ Partnering | Ep. 9 | city.ballet – YouTube.

▶ Nico Muhly Advice For Dealing With Frustration


▶ Nico Muhly Advice For Dealing With Frustration – YouTube.

 

▶ New York City Ballet – Recreating a Tutu


▶ New York City Ballet – Recreating a Tutu – YouTube.

Several Strings on My Fingers and The Old Year in Review


Happy Holidays!
Happy Holidays!

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! Perfect little cherub mine! What was important about this year? Ooh, too much to really go into detail about completely. A thinking year, rather than a writing one. What am I thankful for? Me. I am thankful for me. I am sitting at my desk, really a makeshift bingo table, surrounded by a mound of paperwork and receipts that I have to pile through, and too soon the holiday will be over and I will have to get down to business. But right this minute as I look at the reflection of the Christmas-treeless house in my toaster (which is on my desk), I am thankful for the people in my life. I am thankful to be able to accept celebrating Christmas without the fru-fru which is associated with it, and instead of looking at the meaning, finding the meaning. I have three pine cones and just two of them are on the tree currently, but the other has not fallen far away from it as it turns out. Pine cones are usually near the pine tree, but sometimes I have found one well away from any pine tree, but I always notice a pine cone-I know what it is. It stands out. I never really understood what other parents went through when a child left home, even to go to a boarding school-same thing really. In fact I have never approved of boarding schools. Once they are gone, there is always another program, another school, another reason, until they are truly gone. Don’t want to think about that! My daughter is finally home on her winter break.

I am trying to get as much out of her as I can and it is not enough information, not enough cuddling, not enough of all that is her-like a lemon that you just cannot keep squeezing because it only has so much juice. I am waited to see if she had it in her to go back, on her own. What she would do. So many questions-NO answers, only action to keep on track, keep moving forward. Sometimes sadly, one can never go back. Only in our minds. That process of looking back is a dangerous one in a way, signalling no new action ahead.

Sometimes it would be hard for a teenager to ever think that one day, they might want to go back to those days when they were with their siblings, their parents, grandparents, pets, their friends, their first loves, their naivete and innocence, but I see it very clearly (almost) now, and rushing over the rocks and coals at 15 becomes sitting on them and looking around at 100. You want to hold everyone, every moment, every nuance, look around, enjoy the tapestry that has been your real-life, cherish those memories. Right now you are busy making those memories. Maybe it is not too wise to look back too soon, for we might get into the habit of it, slowing down, thinking before we act. BAH!!!

She came home for only about 10 days and was fully encased in a stage of adolescence which I remember well-the one where you think the worst of yourself, the best of yourself, you complain, you cheer, you whine, you laugh, you are sick with a cold and things could not seem to be good at all, now or ever, and the next minute is the best time of your life-and she left not even four months ago as my baby girl. She still is though and she wants to say so, she instead says, “Mom, stop babying me.” I do not know what to say to her. I have changed, too. Sort of. But in this particular stage of adolescence you might feel miserable and you feel as if everyone sees the changes too, but they don’t. Your body is changing, you have matured suddenly, as if you just came out of a cocoon, and you are not sure the world is trustworthy or going to let you be what you want to be more than anything no matter how hard you try. Some of the things you have banked on carrying you through, fail the test of time, and you realize you are judged on more grown-up, serious merits, like whether you can deliver, and then, later, with aplomb. Other facets of yourself you have not even discovered yet, let alone polished, and it is often difficult to see those even as they appear day by day. Sometimes you feel you have wings to fly, other days you a a grounded bird.

I remember her speech when she was little, and Barney, the cat, little tiny toys and dolls, the dress-up and dancing-there was a song she sang all the time with a little lisp-“butterfee, butterfee, fee fee aweeee!!!!” and it literally brings tears to my eyes. I am a softy and ridiculous! And now right before my very eyes, as it probably should be, she has to become a young woman-there, while I am here. I do not want to miss any of it, for my own reasons. Entitlement-need I say more? While she has been gone I have let myself go-hair tousled and put hurriedly into a clip, the same shirt for sometimes two days before I notice anything, the same old clothes, food, dinners, shoes, and sights and sounds. Sometimes I do not even look at my nails. Depression, but I have been here before, and occasionally when I do think about it, I am surprised at myself, it not being worse than it is (pat pat pat), and just feeling sorry for myself and enjoying it-and that is okay-to a point. But my job isn’t really done yet, is it? I did say I was an artist, and crazy, for lack of funds does not make me an “eccentric.” It is though I am in mourning or just want to be-now if I could put that to good use. I want to be happy for her, want to encourage her, but a selfish little part of me just stands there stubbornly wanting her to melt down, admit she was wrong and needs me by her side. Quit. I am kidding myself. I find I don’t really want her to do that after all, so it becomes selfish again, and I realize that to be there for her, I have to be there for myself. Like myself, if I truly want her to succeed. The truth is she didn’t even notice. Maybe I was too officious, too smothering, too coddling, too close. Maybe she just knows I love her and feels basically secure !!!! I am sure that is it actually.

I think her mind was on more practical matters. She didn’t even admit to herself she missed us until well into the Fall semester, and then, she said, one day she just realized that she did. She missed her teachers, and me and her brothers, and her father and her cat. Even great-grandma, but she is stable and confident. So we all just miss her, really. She has moved on a little bit. But we are all part of her fabric, intrinsically. But right now, and that is the important point, is that moments should be treasured. All of them, good and bad. They all count for something later and they are all important, I think. Don’t be a would of/could of person. Do it all, if at all possible. Do everything you want to, can dream of. Don’t be shy. Open the door of opportunity.

She wanted to be here,  but she didn’t want lectured or prodded or poked and she didn’t want to take ballet class! Her foot was swollen, hurt, she had calluses on the bottom of her feet which she would not let me treat, so I had to sneak lotion on them in the middle of the night (which worked wonders). Every muscle of her body hurt and she was waiting for her achilles and her knee to stop hurting (they did). Sometimes you HAVE to show them that the medicine WORKS. Proof, or they just will not cooperate….She did not last a cup of coffee in the mornings with me, to pump her for information=would not be pumped, and refused to chit-chat about what I wanted to. She was seemingly up before the crack of dawn and busy well into her day by the time the rest of us awoke. She wrote, she watched tv, she cuddled. She needed to do a million of things-nothing at all to my eyes, but little rituals to ground her, so she knew where she stood. She took what she needed from us. She brought up subjects to talk about on her own and finally I got the rhythm and the drift of her a little better. She is light years ahead of me as usual, planning, thinking, doing, busy all the time, growing. I took her to see a few friends and she was different, more mature, more confident-still sweet and nice as usual, but more ladylike. She had a far off look in her eyes sometimes. What was that???

Nothing I said to her was correct once we got past the niceties of missing one another and not having a chance to see each other for almost four months. I could say nothing right. She waved her arms and flew back onto her perch if I mentioned the wrong thing, led the conversation away from where she was willing to go, and cut me off if I persisted by flying off thusly to her sanctuary. So, I was forced to entice the little birdie with something to make her stay, keep her close as possible, and I simply gave in-my life to hers, as always, life is too short to argue. It does not have to always be my way, my answers, my questions. I just handed her the lead and said, “ok, you drive.” She is ready. At fifteen. Now I can just watch and put in a word here and there, but I do have to try to be careful what I say. It went much better after that.It was just a matter of who was to be boss, that’s all. I was content to be the neck that turns the head. But, she does have the lead and she knows it.

I told her it was all a phase, which it is, and I somehow think she already knew, but this is for her to know I knew she knew and what little advice I can give on certain subjects-to mothers/fathers or daughters.

She has decided on things, like her height is only going to be 5′ 4″, whether it gets to be taller or not, and her weight is going to be less than 115 pounds. She did really want two leotards and I got them for her. Very pretty ones on her. She bought two pairs of point shoes (not Repettoes!), and she refused everything else-choosing dental floss over the Bun Heads stock sewing kit, which she pronounced a “waste of money.” She said she didn’t think she would do the Winter Workshop at her school because she got back late, wouldn’t be cast in any good roles with those teachers, and because she needed time to work on her schoolwork, money, and she wanted to do auditions for Summer programs. Sometimes she just likes to be accepted, she doesn’t really want to go. She likes the experience, too. She prefers a one-on-one relationship with a good teacher over the  three weeks of variety-it’s like a tease sometimes she thinks. Variety. She has certainly had that this year! Oh, and she was very sick when she came home. Flu, fever, tired and stayed in bed (mostly) the first few days.

Christmas Day she got a text from her aunt, whom she has been staying with. It said,”Please call your cousin today and wish her Merry Christmas or something. She is expecting you to.” She slept. Then, about 5pm another text read,” Don’t bother now, she is in bed. I am extremely disappointed in you.” This missive put her into a nearly hysterical spin, and tears, and she said she thought it was entirely thoughtless, cruel even and typically inconsiderate of the fact that she was sick, at home with her family, and apparently she felt safe in her cubbyhole, resenting the interference, the fact that even here, they could get to her. Even now. It almost resulted in her not being asked back and all that implies, but she took control of the situation after vetting and it worked out quite well, thankfully. I think she even missed them a little bit and they her. But she needed a place to go, to be alone, be with those who she felt really loved her and just be alone. Of course she wants us all there. She wanted someone entirely on her side. Me. She said so. What choice did I have????That she wasn’t a full-time politician? Just to be left alone-pretend they didn’t exist for TEN DAYS!!!!. Well…. yes, and no, I thought. It would only take her 10 minutes to make her “political” phone calls and be done with it. But that wasn’t the point, was it? By watching I was learning. No where to go and be alone. Important. But they in turn, are doing her a HUGE favor, taking responsibility for her, and I am grateful, even if she is not (thoughtfully) so.

She is no saint, but she is my baby. She did not have time to win them over, make them a priority and she was realizing that she could not make everything okay, make everyone like her the way she wanted to be liked-she didn’t have time, and even if she did, there were probably one hundred things she would do first, and she doesn’t care if everyone likes her.

I realize they will all take those values with them everywhere they go, that I must have done something right because they really are all terrific people, not just kids anymore. They are not dullards. Some adults or will be soon, and I have to shift gears. But I am not a sports car and I do not hit 60 in under 3 seconds anymore-or maybe I can. Maybe I can hit 60 if I give myself a chance. Maybe I just thought I was a sports car all along-it’s all perspective. Maybe this is the time for me to think of me and I am getting a window of opportunity of my own.

My daughter was having these little fits all over the place and when I told her that she could just be herself, a brat, and do all the things she could not do at her aunt and uncle’s, she just seemed to relax. She didn’t want to talk about ballet, school, nothing that I wanted to hear about-she said she had told me already. She really had, I just wanted to hear it all again. She is 15. 15, and needed to come home and let down for a little bit. Now my mother would have known that-gotten that, much more quickly than I did, or maybe not. Maybe I just don’t think I am a sports car. I might even be more like a toyota-low maintenance, but just goes, even without the oil changes. I am not a car at all! But sometimes I feel like one.

We should all be able to let our hair down at home, be who we are. It is very hard living somewhere else, under a different set of house rules, and surely everyone else to us seems more crazy than we are-there is that. Our normalcy- and it goes to who we really are, where we come from and all that. If we can laugh at it, have some good times, make some friends, take a joke, tell a joke. It’s all part of a topical patois that infects everyone. You can’t help looking around at everyone else, comparing yourselves…. She has had no one to nurture her, kiss her booboos, stretch her, nag her, and encourage her. There is jealousy at home and there, everywhere and she is tough. Support her, even minimally, and she does very well. Quite well. She has been doing it all herself and she is proving quite capable. She can’t be different, but hopefully she won’t read this yet and by the time she does, she will be. That is just the way it is, a little bit of this, of that, all goes into the melting pot, and out comes: “VOILA!” an independent person.

She came home a little lost, messy, tomboyish, rough on the edges and very tired (and sick), but she left like the queen! New coif, shoes, new boots, health and beauty supplies, shmancy leos, new point shoes and a proper wool coat. We broke the suitcase! So she had to take two of mine-and a new bookbag, so that weight can be distributed more evenly (in the future).  It seems the next step is to give her a little more control over her own schedule, life and priorities. Help her help herself even further. If only I had a volunteer-but no one takes the place of a mother, really.

She went back in good condition, feeling that the thorough rest to her muscles (completely) would put her in good stead once classes started back. People were truly disappointed she did not come to class. No doubt anxious to compare themselves to her. Yet, that is not a bad thing. She just would not be budged and then it was also the money. She needed things. Considering the abilities of all the other dancers she sees everyday, their experience with performance, the requirements of learning new technique, a new mode of thinking, new teachers, new expectations, especially of learning and performing contemporary ballet, partnering, new choreography, and a totally new environment all around, as well as the continued conditioning and strengthening to improve upon the particular attributes and physical qualities of a classical ballet dancer which she deeply aspires to have down pat, and which she does not see in herself (all of the time), she is doing pretty well, well enough to go back for another semester! I think that in itself is incredible! Back into the ring! It is my daughter I am speaking of and not someone else-I need to remember sometimes who she is after all and there is nothing to indicate she would be someone else even after four months. She is a trooper.She is a true fighter. Ahem.

So to round off the old year, I bring a new concept to my blog-the ballet haiku! More haiku should be written about ballet. I am going to get busy, but it is hard to write a meaningful haiku……

Once there was a baby

her arm was broken at birth

she has made progress!

Technically-this is correct haiku form, but prettier as

Once a baby angel fell from the sky

and in her fall her wing was broken

now she flies!

R_I_C E!


RICE rest, ice, compression, elevation—most dancers will want to attend to small pains now, before the holiday and Nutcracker season starts. Here’s background and advice from some of ballets’ prominent NYC and Philadelphia-based ballet physical therapists and treatment providers. Take care of niggling problems now, before they become a major issue! Keep on dancing!

via PT’s Advice Can Determine Outcome of Ballet Performance | NEWS-Line for Physical Therapists & PT Assistants.

Repost from Pointe Magazine: Like Mother, Like daughter (Kate Lydon)


Pointe magazine – Ballet at its Best..

Too tutu: Joy Womack and the Bolshoi



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Too random. That is what it seems. Coming from this child, novice dancer in the ballet world. Seeming to fill out the months-ago statements by an ex-Bolshoi ballerina (Anastasia Volochkova) who was insulted (called old and fat) and spurned to tell all (as far as she knew) that the Bolshoi was full of gawking old and wealthy men who felt they could choose a ballet dancer as a mistress in this day and age, Joy Womack has turned womens’ rights sponsor and made statements about being asked to pay a commission on a role by a director of the Bolshoi. Even Russian ballerinas know when its time to leave. It is written in Time.com, that she is accusing them of “racketeering,” and states “extortion.”

Well, men will be men, and for that matter, women will be women, both can be predators, and the arts (be it rock n roll, music in general, theater, ballet, art, etc) will draw a party of every sort. The risk is when you become alluring to someone, no matter your gender, and I am not saying she is to me, it is well-advised to make your selections carefully. I am sure there are as many dancers who do this, as there are dancers who succomb to the offers of rarefied gifts and attentions of someone much older, much wealthier and powerful, or who is perceived to have clout with material benefits. I do not think there is ever a reason to prostitute oneself, but that is an opinion of morals and ethics, and my own. She has become someone people have told is important, and that the public wants to know about, so she sought out the press, which is different than the press seeking you out, to tell a story, vent, or defile. That might not do a lot of good. it may be the norm there. It may strengthen her case with the Bolshoi. I am not sure that is fair either.

A lot of prostitution has to do with cheap thrills, youth, materialism, lacking an ironclad set of ethics, or possessing rather loose morals (if it is still okay to use that term in this era.) A publicity hound is also someone who uses the press for their own motives, repeatedly. Sex (human nature), and art, has kept patrons coming back to all of the arts and any other place where there are desirable people forever. I am still not sure anyone need know about it, but I am not surprised the public eats it up. Better to sit in America and pass judgment on Russians, or go to Russia and ask to be a part of it (well you are now!) and then complain about it. It sounds par for the course to me and I do not know what everyone is making such a fuss about. But then, you always have to consider the source when accusations are made even if you don’t know anything about it at all (me and everyone else reading this).

I haven’t commented on it before in my blog, because I really do not know much about it. It is salacious gossip and everyone these days seems to love salacious gossip. I do not feel as if one of our girls has been wronged, however. My sympathies are inclined to run to the institution of ballet, those people her accusations might harm, and it comes across as wantonly selfish behavior on her part, not merited due to her low level, and frankly, who cares? If they had raped her-that would have been news. If she really has a grievance, she has been told to pursue it in court. Maybe countless other ballerinas will follow her footsteps-perhaps the change will be more gradual.

The Russian ballet institution is over three hundred years old (or is it 400?), which has been the basis of training and symbolizing great artists in the practicum of ballet. Frankly, I am not convinced she is ready to share the stage with some of the other better artists of Russia. Maybe they are not convinced either-they are very picky about their artists. Recently there has been much made of somewhat lesser dancers (technically) and the Russians think so too and state it. Perhaps Ms. Womack is just stomping her feet. But perhaps a sponsor does not mean a sexual sponsor. I was propositioned by many people and had I taken their money I would be guilty of prostitution, and many people have helped me and not asked for anything in return. Picasso was assisted by Gertrude Stein, and benefactors (both sexual and non) are known throughout the art world. Perhaps my issue with the press is that I am a publicist and there is no such thing as bad publicity. Joy Womack knows this. It is the choice of her statements which rankle me, because an accusation like that if made, should be made to the court, an attorney, perhaps, as they say, the police-for these are very serious accusations, they claim, and no press is bad press…. Other hearsay is that these accusations are true.

Faced with not being moved to the role of demi-soloist or soloist at the Bolshoi immediately, and being whatever age she is (19, at this writing, and took my correction from another article recently written and blogged), she riled at the suggestion that she pay for a role. This is not unheard of in the arts-bands have been paying to play for a long time. If people do not discuss this, then it continues unfettered, but you can just say,”No.” I have done this. Perhaps she needs to dance a little longer in the corps and obtain the dancing ability to star in roles. Perhaps that is what she is doing by moving to the Kremlin Ballet (if she does, or some other), where they may guarantee/promise her the parts she desires. But women might be treated differently in Russia, and Americans might just be treated differently there, too. There is no SESAC-like or worldwide dancer treaty, aligned with other countries in regard to dealing with artists, and perhaps there should be. But again SESAC does not protect artists in non-member countries, and then the task becomes enforcing it-we see where that has taken us. Before she seeks to become a citizen of another country, perhaps she should consider what she is giving up. She is stating she is opposed to their way of life, graft, blat. I would hate to see anything bad happen to her there. If this is the case, it seems more of a human rights issue and perhaps groups will offer her their support, but I think that based on her level of tenure (0), the industry might not change for her. But she is setting herself up to be reckoned with, more powerful. Who knows?

Music entertainers have signed away whole albums (sometimes several in an ascending royalty scale arrangement), and had their life’s work stolen and face having to start all over again. They still do. We have all heard of the casting couch and the infamous stories of libidinous actors, models and entertainers, including dancers, who have engaged in some pretty wild goings-on. Some true, some false. Some people have even left an industry due to this I have heard, others live it, even like it-it is a mature decision. If Ms. Womack was thusly propositioned, then she had a right to leave, or complain, but I cannot imagine how you go from corps to solo roles overnight, as she would be doing, when so many others have had as much or better training and subsist in the corps or rise more slowly. I have often wondered what separates one dancer from another there, what cost greatness, and how the roles are apportioned? Who gets to be the star when they all seem so great? What cost fame? Who knows. Maybe she is just needling people for roles and annoying them, so they spoke to her thusly. I would not be surprised. It is the theater. It is ballet. It is Russia!

If the charges against the Bolshoi are legitimate, of “racketeering”, then she must begin to know the differences in their culture now (and we are not SO different), so the Bolshoi says,”arrest us.” If you opt to go to a foreign country, and a vastly different culture, then you might bristle at some of their actions and acceptable cultural exchanges and practices. Isadora Duncan wrote about it, Pavlova had a fine Palace (demi), and jewels. Men willing to coddle you and bestow treasures upon you are not going to fade away, because it is illegal. If taking of favors is made illegal, then it will just be one more control Russians have added to the existing many and past. They would have to significantly up dancers salaries, and a whole new moral code (placed upon society) by dissed dancers would reform the world-NOT. Perhaps she understands, from her Time interview, more than she suggests. If faced with having to pay for a role, then someone might leave-and she did. She would not be the first dancer to do so here or there or anywhere. Some remain in the corps forever. She does not seem to want to remain in the corps at all and there are other options. The romantic affair seems to be over and she has gained a position at some other ballet company. I am not surprised about that either.

I think one of the things I have noticed about her is that she either lies or she is in denial about reality sometimes. Her ambition and determination is big. I have seen inconsistencies in her stated age at starting classes in the school at the Bolshoi, where she is from or grew up, what age she was actually accepted into the corps, what her solo roles have consisted of-considering she is not a soloist and these must have been semi-private performances or school performances, and even that she was a “company member” at 15 (!), the lead girl in the school in her level (!) and other things which did not ring true, were completely dishonest, or more fantasy than fact. It is these inconsistencies which cause me not to find all of her story plausible, or complete.

I have also heard some Russian teachers say she had trouble with her training, she was an average dancer, she has potential, she was not utterly special, she was less talented than other Bolshoi Academy trained dancers. Who knows, because we have not seen her dancing. This is also consistent with her age and previous training. If she sets the world on fire, as Plisetskaya or Pavlova did, Makarova, Fonteyn did, she will prove them wrong. What she does appear to be is ambitious! She has also learned to use the media as her sword-every girl should have a sword, but one has to be careful what one says to the media and does with the sword. But, speaking to the press can also be a smart move and not premature, despite the fact that we really know nothing about her dancing ability. She could have said she left for personal reasons, irreconcilable differences, taste, although for one, I think those sentiments might be reserved for a more seasoned professional-perhaps ambition and goals, timeframe and opportunity would be more logical and inoffensive.

I think one teacher’s assessment that she might grow into a formidable dancer is a good one, and perhaps the choice to leave the Bolshoi, unless she was having her arm twisted to sleep with someone, might not have been such a good one, particularly if you choose to stay in Russia. But it is her choice. Presented with some insurmountable difficulties, she drew attention to them as a last resort. The rest of the world might think she is crazy, but I do not think we have heard the last of her by any means. She is simply not content to sit in the corps.

The last 4 centuries of ballet we all know have been filled with drama and turmoil, just like any other art. It was chiefly indulged in by the French, of whom we must imagine lusty intrigue to go along with accurate historical accounts of their philanderings. Like a Britney Spears, or a Miley Cyrus, Ms. Womack is drawn into the world of adulthood, which combined with money, power, corruption and art, partying, and all that goes with “the business,” may not be to her taste after-all. Maybe she is a nice girl who has worked very hard to get there and does not want to get lost in the back row or sleep with some big-wig in order to be cast. There is certainly no guarantee that that action would prove positively reliable, produce fame, or it would be a shortcut for dancers to get roles, achieve success, and many dancers would probably line up for the opportunity-not all have the stiff spine Womack supports. There are rarely such sureties in any commercial venture. What Womack also seeks to tell us (in another article) is that her route to the top will be respectful and not one she would be “ashamed of”-that she would not do this. She is an American citizen, she has a choice, and maybe other dancers will leave the Bolshoi, respecting their individual choice, or perhaps they will stay in the corps and see what happens over time.

I was once told by an elderly woman who had two older sons, that she had gone into the welfare office to apply for food stamps. While giving her information to the the worker, she was asked if she had a boyfriend. She said, “Why do you ask that?” She stated that the worker told her perhaps, if she did, he could pay for some things she was in need of and she wouldn’t have to go to welfare and take the state’s money. She was torn between being offended and scoffing-laughing it off (due to her age). Mainly she was incensed about being denied what was her right to apply for and in the circumstances receive. I do not think Joy Womack is perhaps first in line to receive those roles, or like other dancers, she would be given them, maybe more readily if she were not American and had been trained there all of her life, i.e, was Russian. This is always the choice of the choreographer, the director, even producers. Russia is only recently a democracy of sorts, and their ways, regardless, are not our ways. But sexual harassment, and that is what it is, exists on every level of society, on every continent, where there are men, women, and women and men. People. Like being nice day, it may come to the point where we have a no sexual harassment day. People seem to become less inclined to adhere to basic moral and ethically precepts, sometimes I think the media’s focus on “anything goes” reaffirms this attitude in our youth.

If the experiences have hardened her, then she is growing up, for in the world it is impossible to be a woman (any woman) and not be propositioned, and it is impossible to be of any sex in the the art world and not be propositioned. You are not going to get very far using that complaint as a vehicle for promotion, though. I am not sure she is bragging or complaining, but I am sure she is publicizing. I think we would have had to wait a long time to hear of her being a People’s Artist of Russia, or Ballerina Assoluta, as those are Russian titles, and while she may be a topic of controversy and interest now, fame may not last long at a smaller ballet company. She would be wiser to move out of Russia and try to gain entrance into a reputable company elsewhere. If she is determined to stay in Russia, then it seems we will know little of what befalls her, and to what extent she becomes famous, for the world is not that small.

What also is apparent from when she began there, is that she has come into her own, at least in photographs, and she appears to have improved greatly from her training there. It also seems as though she has had her feet broken to increase her arch. I am reminded by the song of Meatloaf’s:
“And I would do anything for love
I’d run right into hell and back
I would do anything for love,
but, I won’t do that.” Of course, he is talking about lying, etc., but it is also a joke, many ambitious people have done those things and more. If her convictions are strong, she should start with correcting those above facts that have been misstated by her, or erroneously (uncorrected) by the press.

Methinks the lady protesteth too much. She can simply and graciously, refuse. But it is this society that tells us we must have to be told these things, have them iterated, like Ayn Rand, who accused Americans of being too altruistic, we have other people foisting off their notions of right and wrong. Wherever we go, we bring revolution, pestilence and war. As they say, if the fire is too hot-get out. I have often been in the position of having to choose to stay or go, and in certain situations, it is definitely better to go. I think her argument makes the point that she was offered a solo role, but that she would have to have a sponsor at the ballet to pay for that privilege as though she were not meriting the approval of general patrons yet. Perhaps this is an option for some dancers, and perhaps other privilege gives this inalienable right, such as lineage, pedagogy, position. money. It is not unlike what we have here in our own ballet companies, but perhaps we have more choice, more of a personal right to leave, go somewhere else, do something else.

We have seen a lot of Russian dancers come here, and a lot of them come and go now, but once upon a time, you could not go back. Those days are gone, although they are still very careful not to be too unflattering or caustic to one another, and especially what they say publicly, how they offend their countryman-they are patriotic. There are lines you do not (apparently) cross. But many ballet dancers here and in other parts of Europe have had promiscuous lives. As they are celebrities, we are not really surprised by this. It is hearsay for the most part and we would do well to remember that. They are not proved guilty.

Perhaps she is paving the way for her religious counterparts and fans (I dance for Jesus!) to support her in this mission, but they are too faraway to be there in actual support, perhaps she was reacting publicly to a private aside, for lack of anything else to report or say on the subject and perhaps she just spoke the truth.

But until she gets into a company which we can all see, the public will gradually lose interest as her American public will not travel to Russia to see her. Perhaps she has taken some of the steps required to be on her way to becoming a recognized ballet dancer, but as I haven’t seen her dance, I can only give relevant advice about her choices for promotion, theorize for the benefit of my daughter and others like her, whom she would possibly scare off from an opportunity to train in Russia, and their dreams of becoming great professional dancers. I believe it is still a zero tolerance situation, but would there be any arts business without these pre-held beliefs. Maybe the Russian ballet or other ballet flourished because of these reciprocal arrangements. Again, who knows-that is a subject for an historical study and not a mere opinion. But it is food for thought.

I believe this is a publicity attempt and is certainly a counterable circumstance-nothing which the media necessarily needs to be informed about-a private matter, unless it is my own daughter and I was in possession of all the facts-there is little to call fact here and it is unsubstantiated by other dancers, or those who would not risk their opportunities by coming forward. If indeed, Ms. Womack has done this, she deserves a sort of heroine status, so I am not sure where to categorize this post. For now it is chicanery, bourgeois, OPINION. I still believe the training has been been an amazing improvement on her abilities! But I would not break my feet-I would do just about anything but that (intentionally)….sleeping with the Director or a patron shouldn’t be a requirement either, for son or daughters.

Deborah Wingert – Manhattan Movement & Arts Center


Deborah Wingert – Manhattan Movement & Arts Center.