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":
My first thought? SuperTiny!
Wonderful photo!!
Posted by: pam | March 14, 2009 at 09:44 AM
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?"
Posted by: Connecticut Yankee | March 14, 2009 at 03:51 PM
Love Aurora!
Posted by: retriever | March 14, 2009 at 07:59 PM
I believe all cats must be Irish.
Posted by: Laura Lee Donoho | March 15, 2009 at 12:13 PM