Show started…

I am now in the quick change area at the backstage, just finished the Red Ball (the most difficult part for me in the ballet), waiting to do the Golden Ball in Act 3. There’s one difficult step in the Red Ball. Every time I get nervous about this step. Even though I worked on it for more than 3 months, I never feel perfectly confident with it.

Tonight was the first show, I was a little more nervous than usual, because no matter how well I used to do in the rehearsals during the past few months, the shows are what really matter. Much to my relieve, it went quite well.

Whenever there’s a difficult step like this, I tend to think about that day and night, worrying that I may not perfectly succeed. This makes the performances less enjoyable for me. There are 19 more performances to go. I should learn to be confident and to enjoy every moment on stage, with the live Chopin music, my all time favorite.

Artists’ Freedom~

FE2E70FC-27A3-41B8-8744-CE0FF0116905Yesterday, Chun was invited to an afternoon party in the 16th arr. of Paris. He met and talked to some other artists: a few musicians and a painter. That painter told him,

“In today’s fast-paced world, we artists are pushed to produce more and more artworks to attain the sales goals. Professional artists make a living with their art form. But this is wrong! This is not art! Since when do we artists have to work when we don’t necessarily have the inspiration?
I am one of the few painters who are very lucky to have this freedom, to only paint when I feel inspired, when I feel the desire to paint and to express myself through paintings. This is when we can truly and profoundly love what we do! And when we enjoy the process of creation, we produce extraordinary things. For me this is the secret and the essence of Art. It is Freedom. For me it is the exquisite joy to feel completely free to put whatever I want on a big blank canvas, regardless of what others’ tastes, for how much I will be able to sell this painting, the deadlines……..”

Chun was greatly inspired by these words, he couldn’t agree more. He started wondering what it would be like to dance only when the mind and the body want to.

While heading home after the gathering, the skies of Paris were full of black smoke. He saw the splendid monument of Arc de Triomphe being damaged by the gilets jaunes.