Text from The Notebooks of Leonardo daVinci: From the roots of his hair to the bottom of his chin is 1/10 of a man's height; from the bottom of the chin to the top of the head is 1/8 of his height; from the top of the breast to the roots of the hair will be the 7th part of the whole man. From the nipples to the top of the head will be the 4th part of man. The greatest width of the shoulders contains in itself the 4th part of man. From the elbow to the tip of the hand will be the 5th part of a man; and from the elbow to the angle of the armpit will be the 8th part of man. The whole hand will be the 10th part of the man. The distance from the bottom of the chin to the nose and from the roots of the hair to the eyebrows is, in each case the same, and like the ear, a third of the face.
You know all of those "parts" daVinci was referring to? Yes, well mine all hurt!! I'm exhausted. Every muscle from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet hurts. #1 sign of an entire day of dancing full out. I think we did the same kickline at least 10 times!!!! But putting in hard work to do things correctly & to the best of your ability early on creates good muscle memory, right? (especially when your rehearsing under tempo, it's way easier to get the all of the details perfectly)
Today before we ran Shine for the first time from top to bottom, our marvelous Assistant Director, Mark, served up a giant heap of inspiration on a sterling silver Tiffany's platter. I wish I had a photographic memory & could recall every single word he said & pull it out of my back pocket every time I was thinking I would rather be somewhere other than on a giant moving staircase in a glamorous sparkling costume & a red lip. Or dancing on a double decker bus in a sassy white trench coat. (Cause honestly, why would I?) Crazy as it sounds, it does happen. He said, "You are every little girl's dream." It's true. I see it at meet & greets with little girls telling me about the ballet class they take once a week. I see it from stage when there's a girl in the second row dressed in her mother's best imitation of one of our costumes, & then after the show when an entire dance studio is waiting at the stage door for autographs. We're the beautiful, glamorous, dancing fairy princesses of our 4 year old selves' dreams....This is the perfect occupation for a 25 year old girl who still loves make-believe & refuses to grow up.
Alright, my brain is having problems stringing complete thoughts together...am I still making sense? It must be bedtime. Sweet dreams.