apogiatura

I have been a dancer all of my life and have experienced all the passions and paradoxes of this consuming art. I have always had a fondness for those shoes which were with me every step of the way. I have saved many of my old shoes and collected others from the great, the near great, the anonymous, and even my own grandmother who danced in vaudeville in Chicago in the early 1920s. Some are perfect as they are: worn, torn, even bloody. Others I have taken the liberty of transforming. They lived one full life and now have passed on to another, expressing dance, and life, as I see it: beautiful, romantic, filled with music, as well as whimsical, confusing and even tragic. Another life, another dance? I began transforming my old ballet slippers and have expanded to working with many other kinds of shoes, reflecting my feelings not just about being a dancer, but being a woman, former child, mother, human. Mirrors: an artist friend of mine once told me that all of her work is self-portrait, which made me realize that all art is actually self-portrait, but being of a contrary nature I want to mess with that. Mirrors: they're all about you. If you can't see my mirrors, I can't see you. To see my resume, click on the Watch Pig