Movement, dance and photography go together like a horse and carriage (thank you 'Married with Children'). Somehow the body in motion can be captured at a moment of true beauty by a photographer with a quick camera and a good eye. In the sixties one of the greatest of all dancers was captured for all time, his body stretched out in its own glory. For years he had fascinated audiences with his jumps, turns and portrayal of pain. It was the fotos of Nureyev snapped in the sixties that bring him alive now and for future generations, the immortalizing of the ballet dancer became a goal of many artists and photographers in the succeeding years until we were given a poster of ballet slippers that seemed to distill all the hopes and dreams of the dancer and the end of the attempt to capture the movement was in sight. I mourn for the days when men of vision attempted to capture the magic brought to life by men who spent their early years honing their bodies and learning their skill so we could get a glimpse of the perfection possible for humanity.
Seldom is man caught in a movement so unnatural yet beautiful. Dance may be the one true set of movements that exhibit man's grandeur. A unappreciative audience may think of the motion of athletes at their best. As trite as it may be to compare dancers and athletes, there is a commonality in their movements that can be appreciated by any that enjoy the male body whether solo or in tandem.
Frank is not dancing, he is only stretching, still it is a dancer's pose.
We have seen more and more fotos like the one above over the last few years. The cloth is an unnecessary addition. Yes it frames the man and yes it gives an interesting background, but man by himself is more than enough to view. The wavering cloth is a distraction that does nothing but create an illusion of motion when the man's muscle show the reality.
Ah, to be a dancer again. It is a profession for young men. There are a few dancers that can continue their career later into life, but the unnatural movements wear out the body much too soon. By the time one is thirty one is a cripple, feet destroyed, hips and knees aching, your back a constant source of pain and muscles stretched out of their natural shape.
Seldom is man caught in a movement so unnatural yet beautiful. Dance may be the one true set of movements that exhibit man's grandeur. A unappreciative audience may think of the motion of athletes at their best. As trite as it may be to compare dancers and athletes, there is a commonality in their movements that can be appreciated by any that enjoy the male body whether solo or in tandem.
Frank is not dancing, he is only stretching, still it is a dancer's pose.
We have seen more and more fotos like the one above over the last few years. The cloth is an unnecessary addition. Yes it frames the man and yes it gives an interesting background, but man by himself is more than enough to view. The wavering cloth is a distraction that does nothing but create an illusion of motion when the man's muscle show the reality.
Ah, to be a dancer again. It is a profession for young men. There are a few dancers that can continue their career later into life, but the unnatural movements wear out the body much too soon. By the time one is thirty one is a cripple, feet destroyed, hips and knees aching, your back a constant source of pain and muscles stretched out of their natural shape.
