There are just 4 short days until the opening night of Boundless Plotnikov. We’re busy putting the finishing touches on the ballet before it’s time to hit the theater tomorrow night to begin staging.
It’s been over a month since I last performed, and I am really missing the stage. The lights. The wings. The way our score fills up the house like helium into a balloon, sticking to the perimeter and engulfing every inch of empty air with its sound. One of my favorite things about this profession is the electric and exhausting magic of theater week. Bring it on.
Photos by A. Cemal Ekin.
Setting The Barre 