February 29th, 2012: Happy Jeté Day! This morning, I leaped! toward the door to let in the muffin man. 

In place of mirrors hang three windows:

-a view into a monet-like garden bursting with pastel flora
-a scene into Giselle: fourth arabesque, scenic pose, a million dollar scene scavenged from Goodwill
-a last glimpse into the studio on Chestnut street stripped bare: a tennis ball rolling along the back wall; shadows dancing on the dismal gray walls; a reflection of the self

A logical argument:
What count did the promenade* start on? 1
What count should the promenade have started on? 5
Therefore (repeat first question), what count did the promenade start on? 5

*Referenced combination (across the floor) is the basic pas de vals step: {sweep, hold, step, step}x4, step out of it, lift into 1st arabesque, full promenade finishing with allongé, sweep forward, and repeat; arms gesture toward audience as if in the act of offering, or giving

We reverance in farewell to the studio above the bike shop. 

Full recall of combinations for this class:

This evening, ballet class takes place in jail...

-prison-gray walls freshly coated;
-a ghostly white tutu hangs from a wire;
-hands latch onto barres as the bodies
-bend and extend upon command

After class, I incarcerated myself in the dressing room and practiced fourth port de bras while facing the mirror. In the middle of one, I wondered suddenly how differently I would go about my day, should I be stuck in a real prison. The walls do not matter. Should they fall away, I would still stand here doing fourth port de bras. Should they become jagged cliffs, I would do the same. Should all matter go away and I be stuck in deep space nothing, I would keep bending and extending until even I have gone away.