Ballet is the only thing I have felt certain about in my life. My first love. I gave myself to it fully. There is an inevitability about this life, this career. I got to a point where the dedication started to fade and I wanted to explore other opportunities. Yet, I still needed it in my life and I can’t let go of calling myself a dancer. It was my identity. Thoughts and the mind almost subside the physical feeling and muscle memory of certain positions and movements, yet I am craving that physical release it brings. I can feel myself getting frustrated sometimes and I have learnt that I am just missing dance. Since ceasing my professional dancing career I am realizing this. Once a dancer, always a dancer. The work overlaps snapshots from a visual diary of my professional working life as a ballet dancer with recent self-portraits. With this work, I am trying to grapple with and resolve the inevitable nature of aging in my chosen profession of dance, transitions between careers, but also the natural transitions of life.

One of a kind.