The studio is empty and late afternoon light streams through the windows, dashing over the barre and landing softly midfloor. The sweet, earthy scent of crushed rosin in the small pine box by the door fills the room. It feels like negative space on a canvas waiting to be filled. Movements slow-then swift & soft, feet brushing mutedly on the floor. A place for expression, for freedom, for releasing emotions. Then, silence, stillness, a relaxed peace. There is as much art in the pause as there is in the pirouette, the chasse, the releve…

380 415, 475 yards