The beauty of a story told through movement by a ballerina or danseur noble captivates me every time I watch them dance. It's their grace and strength, their determination to fly, despite pain, which inspires me to write and photograph who I am, instead of what others expect me to be. Yesterday I watched the movie
Mao's Last Dancer , based on the auto-biography of Li Cunxin, one of the world's greatest ballet dancers (and the sixth of seven sons born to peasants in rural and poverty stricken China), whose fight to be free to dance on his own terms, created a standoff between the Chinese and the American governments and this morning.... I watched it again, as it touched me in so many ways.
Ever since I learnt about China's Cultural Revolution as a teenager in History Class, I have been intrigued by the remarkable stories of creative individuals living (or surviving) under Mao's regime. The movie (and book) 'Mao's Last dancer' is one of them. It's the story of Li and somehow it's the story of all of us who love the Art of Dance, of those who sacrificed to do what they love to do, of those who found the courage to live their own life. It's a story of determination, passion, integrity and love. A journey filled with dreams shattered and revitalized against the backdrop of rural China, Madame Mao's Beijing Dance Academy and the Houston Ballet. The ballet performances are amazing, the story remarkable. Adult Li Cunxin is portrayed by virtuoso classical dancer Chi Cao and the ballet scenes are amazing. Directed by Bruce Beresford (from Driving Miss Daisy). Choreography by Graeme Murphy.
I watched the movie and felt encouraged to continue my path as a writer in search of courage to write down the journey I'm part of and have been part of in the last 4 years. I'm taking the first steps to what will be a book which captures what it takes to fly.
It's true you know...Before you can fly... You have to be free. And it takes courage to perform a grand jete and express you are.
xxx