Perhaps it’s part of my internal makeup.
After all, if you take a peek in my baby book, you’ll see that the first word I ever uttered was not the typical, “dog” or “hi” that most children start out with.
It was pretty.
When it comes to dance these days, pretty seems to take a back seat to “interesting” or “thought-provoking”. It’s as if somehow pretty isn’t as valid or as desirable. While I can appreciate the need for dance to grow and evolve–I have to stop and ask–what’s wrong with pretty? Can’t something be visually pleasing while making one think or feel? Surely these two things can’t be mutually exclusive.
For me, there’s enough in this world that is ugly, disturbing or jolting (although I do admit to having a secret fascination with butoh, but perhaps that is because I lived in Japan?). The holiday season seemed to bring this issue to a head for me.
With people going to see The Nutcracker for the 50th time, I take a little bit of comfort in the idea that tradition and beauty are not yet completely dead and gone. Give me the magic of the snow scene and Sugar Plum fairy every time. I’ll take it.
Maybe I don’t like reality. Perhaps I prefer daydreaming, and I want to see a perfect world where everything has order and form.
But I don’t think so.
I just don’t necessarily think that different means good. (And, for the record, I don’t believe that “pretty” has to be in the form of a tutu and pink tights.)
What do you think?