Soft and Strong

A ballerina might be a pretty perfect image of feminine strength. I prefer it anyway, to the tomboyish rebellion against all things pink. Underneath the fluffy silk and taffeta is pure muscle. The kind that is taped, iced and worked to levels of pain serious dancers accept. The quiet grace and fluid gentleness only comes from the dedication of work. The muscle causes the stability, control and beauty not tough talk and defiance. Hours of practice, face to face with yourself, focusing on changing you, rather than everyone else. Rejecting the unleashing of the will and training it  to conform to goodness. True power is controlled. It isn't in your face nor denied, but used wisely and carefully. 

Watching some dancers of this age is so sad. She throws her talent and femininity to the wolves and trades it's pure beauty for a harder, rougher moves. What are we trying to achieve? I think we've sabotaged ourselves. Making something sacred, common. 

Most who know me, know I don't wear pink. It's not a favorite color of mine, however, it does represent something.  It represents a very unique and glorious creation. A soft version of the blue.  Man in Hebrew is Ish. Woman is Ishah...soft man. We are the softer, pinker version of a man....and that's a beautiful thing.  Being soft doesn't mean weak, it's an outward image with a definite strong core. The ballerina in her pink fluffy tutu, is built of pure muscle. She brings gentle, graceful motion to the world, with perfect timing and melody. That's why we watch her, stunned and moved  by her powerful pink ways. 

24x36   "Soft and Strong"