I’ve always been fascinated with ballerinas. I love how they dance with grace. I could dream of having a portfolio of photos of just ballerinas as my subject. Their form in itself is already beautiful to take a picture of. I don’t dance, much less do ballet, but it doesn’t take a dancer to be able to appreciate their art.
Here’s their ugly truth. Makes me realize, there is no born perfection. This perfection is achieved with perseverance, and even more, with bruises and callouses.
And it takes a lot of passion to surpass such hurt.