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Sunday, December 8, 2013

Savoir Faire. By John von Daler

                 I never had a problem, as some men do, with watching ballet. Football and dance are just two branches of the same tree - and I see both of them regularly. I have enjoyed Messi and Nureyev pretty much in the same way, if not at the same time.

                Not so strange, then, that I always have loved the work of Degas, who could work with ballet or horseracing, women or steeds with equal grace and perceptiveness. The pose itself was his subject, wherever it took place. 
                Even after he hardly could see, Degas felt his way to making small sculptures of horses, by using globs of material and moulding his way to the proper form. Many of these can be seen in the Glyptotek in Copenhagen. They are like small chimeras.
                When we moved into our present apartment with a lovely view of the roofs of Copenhagen, I insisted on buying a copy of his statue of a little ballet dancer. She stands in our window by the chair I usually sit in, her pose by my repose. Sometimes my grandsons roll a ball to her along the window shelf. They understand.


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