I just watched The Tango Lesson by Sally Potter with Win. It’s a semi-autobiographical film about Potter and her lessons in Argentine Tango. It’s a bit weary in the drama bits, but it’s beautifully shot in black and white and the dance scenes are comprehensive in style. I adored it, overall.
Anyway, it spawned the desire to try out tango again, so I dusted off my shoes, put on a playlist and we tried to see how much we could remember. Rusty, but not too bad! Pole has definitely contributed to the sensual side of the dance that I was never able to achieve before.
Still missing it. 🙂 Would be nice to revisit it more often, now that we have wood floors and space!
I’ve been spending so much energy and time and thought into dance lately that I haven’t picked up a pencil in months. I feel absolutely and completely lost when it comes to drawing and painting and I’m desperately hoping for a story to tell in the near future.
Sometimes you have to force yourself when the inspiration doesn’t come — a valuable piece of advice one of my professors gave.