"There was nothing whatever to be seen on the twig"

The Magic Twig, spellbound by Tiny's gaze, hangs in suspended animation above the dining room table early morning. Folio #8 of "The Ecstasy of Sweet Tiny" series, hot off the press. Click here for full-size image.

"When Alice Tiny looked up, there was nothing whatever to be seen on the twig."

Update: Everything whatever to be seen in tooth and claw at Modulator's Friday Ark  #234.

 

"Tiny's interpretation of Aurora — the princess of Sleeping Beauty — is uniquely her own, a dazzling blend of classically pure movement with minimalist post-kitchen staging, her kinetically challenging partner a day-glo superball," we captioned this image of our sweet tiny girl in our October 23, 2005 post "Many ballerinas have risen to the challenge."

Update II: Connecticut Yankee in the comments delights us with "A little Yeats for Tiny and her magic twig":

"O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?"

Give me excess of it.

Comments

[pam]

My first thought? SuperTiny!

Wonderful photo!!

[Connecticut Yankee]

A little Yeats for Tiny and her magic twig:

"O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?"

[retriever]

Love Aurora!

[Laura Lee Donoho]

I believe all cats must be Irish.