Memories are funny. Sometimes I'm sure I blur or sweeten them, while some I know are true. As I went through my film a memory flashes to the front of my mind and I can almost taste the air in the small room under the dance studio I attended when I was younger. Always a tad too cool for comfort but I had loved the moody solitude it provided. Ugly old couches, dimly light with the sounds of a distant piano playing a floor above. It was the perfect enviroment to daydream. The books that cluttered the ground were full of beautiful and elegent ballerinas and the grain in the images hold clear in my memory...and I still feel inspired.
Sitting backstage at the Jubilee memories again surround me. I was able to watch and photograph one of Merin's closest friends as she preformed. As more memories came, I wondered if perhaps memories are more from the heart than the mind...the music crept through the dressing room speakers and my heart sunk. A fresh wave of grief. I am learning that they will continue to come and go. Time helps in a way but on the other hand not really the way I had expected it to. I just have to let it settle and the moment moves on. Alex is sweet and gentle and there is something about her that quiets my ache. She had wrapped her arms around me and I didn't feel so sisterless. Sisterless. This thought weighed me down heavily for a few days. Until I felt comfortable with the knowledge that I am not sisterless, I feel my sister's love often and have a beautiful reminder of that as I raise Ysa.
These last few images of Alex are as she is about to go on stage moments before the curtain opens after intermission. Watching her dance- she is absolutely stunning.
Alex has just been promoted to second soloist at The National Ballet and we are all so very excited for her!!!
And a fun side note, the head piece is Karen Kain's. She keeps it in a blue Tiffany's box and lent it to Alex for the performance. It felt beautifully romantic to me:)