today i’m ponying back up to the barre, the ballet barre that is, for another certification. it’s been a couple of years since my last lotte berk/barre workshop, and i’m on pointed toes with excitement. out of all the disciplines i teach i will...
swear to god this virginia woolf bitch is kicking the shit out of me. furiously, red read the same page nine times last night. three entire sheets of paper dedicated to paint strokes ten years passed. i’m the one ready to put stones in my overcoat. and my does...
