tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176732908069622424.post4708349963412962145..comments2023-03-18T06:31:13.168-05:00Comments on Go Sit In The Corner: Suzanne Farrell and TziganeAGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11241567321225195878noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8176732908069622424.post-51482673827074615122007-05-10T17:00:00.000-05:002007-05-10T17:00:00.000-05:00" Someone once remarked, "Oh, you're a dancer, you..." Someone once remarked, "Oh, you're a dancer, you're up onstage, you don't like to face reality," and that hit such a nerve because I feel that life is more real onstage. I mourn artifice. I have this little theory that the arts were invented because life didn't measure up to what it was supposed to be. If life were wonderful, we would all dance, we would all sing, we would all be poets, we would all paint. As it is, the arts are the hospitals for our souls, so they need to be of the best integrity. "<BR/><BR/>I have always suspected that. The arts, when they are works of genius, are those points when life and perfection meet just for a moment. Fascinating insights. Thank you for posting this.Arturo Vasquezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09674281914540496859noreply@blogger.com