Once again, a brilliant review by Amy White. She makes me want to run and see every exhibition she writes about. Her writing is generous, erudite, and utterly hip. Nothing better!
I, too, had never seen Carol Richard dance, other than in a geometric Israeli dance choreographed by Joy Javits, about 8 or 9 years ago. I was with her, then, on the dance floor of Carolina Meadows. I was in awe, hearing from those at the Quaker service who had had what seemed like the extraordinary pleasure of seeing her radiant dancing, as they told it, long legs and arms in arabesque, in flight. Gene Medler called her a beautiful instrument just the other night. I am bereft, not only for never having seen her dance, but for my twice weekly visits with Carol. I would drop my daughter off at Gene's tap class, or at jazz, and go across the hall to schmooz. She would clear a place for me, (her office was piled high with all the various projects she was working on, with Ballet School business) I would always comment on her fabulous clothes, and we would talk. About lots; her health, and mine, her husband Chris's motorcycle experiences, his son Nick's band, her CA 125 levels, Target, my work (she was a "collector" of it, if two pieces constitutes a collector, and for me, it does}, The Ballet School students and their promise, how to fix a particular strap on a recital costume. She was so beautiful. There are two bulletin boards of photos of Carol at the Ballet School, images of her as a young girl, a young woman, a dancer in mid air, a vamp, a teacher. Tuesday and Thursday afternoons are very sad for me now. I bring lots to do - crossword puzzles, magazines - I watch the kids dance, but it will just not fill the time, the void. I miss her terribly.
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