Dance Like Everybody’s Watching

Melody. That’s her name. It describes her laugh, too. And her movement. She’s a ballet dancer, after all. And every ballet dancer needs a portrait. Well, portraits—one is never enough. Of course, they have to be worthy of a dancer’s art. So while I played with light, Melody played with expressions. Lots of them, endlesslyContinue reading “Dance Like Everybody’s Watching”