Technique play

Be prepare for the stroke of midnight for 2 films featuring this yellow retro swimsuit. This was a thrift shop find by one of my followers long ago which sent this to me, and I can’t find who he is to thank him! I hope he lets me know who he is. I had to adjust the swimsuit because it was too big for me, but luckily I’ve decided to keep this pattern and reproduce it in another fabric.

To be a perfect dancing mermaid, there is a lot of technique that has to be muscle memorized. That can only come with daily practice. I’ve been rusty with two years of zero training time. I’ve managed to keep some of my flexibility by outside pool training, but the muscle memories for perfect poise has to be relearned.

I can only do this by studying the video and making note of where I need to correct my form. Basic form muscle memory comes from ballet and jazz technique. I am highly self-critical of everything I do, but this is the result-in-progress. For the progress is never-ending. There are always improvements to be made in poise, form, strength, range of motion, power, and a graceful beautiful mindfulness.

This is a water ballet lifestyle. To always be considering how to improve every muscle contributing to the lines. Not a finger out of place - which often happens because I have a “swan finger” the tendon was broken in early childhood and healed but inhibited the flow of control to my little finger. I often do a beautiful shoot and notice the little claw coming back because I have to memorize keeping it relaxed and extended. It tends to curl up when I’m not mindful of it. Then there’s the ankles... that awful sickle foot that comes back when I am in free-motion unrestrained by gravity. That’s a problem witb underwater work, the direct effort to baffle the weight of water against the blade of the foot will force it into a sickle if I am not aware...

feet are like the serifs capping the script of the dance I am embodying, and all flow of lines and the script of dance is broken with an ugly serif. I’m picky. I do not want Yoga feet and froggy toes adding ugly Staccato to my adagio calligraphy of dance. Yoga is block print, even with flow it is nothing more than printed text on a page with dotted toes and crucified T’s. Dance, is the art of calligraphic flow. Where every curl of the line can be stopped mid flow and it still looks like art.

Every still frame should be a portrait. Every moment is a passing line that adds to the poetry of movement. Even my yoga is dance-like, because the goal for me is to train the muscle memory with elegance of balletic moves. Yoga gives me the vocabulary of movement, I learn to spell my own way.

Underwater ballerina hip replacement splits in the jacuzzi (YouTube)