As a child, I always wanted to be a ballerina.  Toe shoes enchanted me.  I still love pink satin.  I saw Maria Tallchief dance in New York City with my grandfather and father.  At about the age of three, my mother and father had to almost drag me out of the movie theater after watching "The Red Shoes" -- I wanted to watch it again and again.  This was my destiny, or so I thought.  Alas, it never came to pass that I would go "en pointe".  So sad. 

However, I do find that when I paint, I sometimes dance.  When painting "Funky Trees", I put on the funky music and wiggle the palette knife, encrusted with oil paint, and dance around, having fun.  Maybe not on the tips of my toes, but I'm still the dancer at the moment. 

Do you dance?