Missing Pointe
Tuesday, April 21st, 2009Authors formal apology for the length of this post.
I think most people that read this already know my history with ballet and specifically pointe work. I’ve studied classical ballet since 1992 (not doing the best at getting to class in the past couple years). My studies included 8 years of pointe work. I still maintain that it was one of the hardest decisions in my life to stop studying pointe. It was part of a bigger decision to also choose a profession outside of ballet – a decision that changed my life in a huge way.
In terms of profession and most recently relevant, was my desire to have a family. For years, I wanted nothing more than to be a ballet teacher. I had even been accepted into the OU ballet pedagogy program. But I’m glad I didn’t go given my change in direction. I knew that I could have a family and be a ballet teacher if I wanted. I also knew that it would mean working nights and weekends – the time when my kids would be home. I made the choice to find a profession that gave me a day job, so I could be home when my family was home. I’m sure this is a long debated choice for many artists/parents. Now that Will is here, it sinks in that this is why I made that decision.
Specific to pointe though, the arches in my feet weren’t going to sustain the level of work I was doing. I developed tendinitis in my arches at the age of 16. I continued pointe (taking 800mg of ibuprofen when the tendinitis flared up) and fought to find the ‘right’ pointe shoe. While I studied at the Joffrey Ballet School, Edith d’Addario recommended I try Martin pointe shoes from Germany. Even those were never quite right though. They had such a hard box, that I couldn’t feel the floor even though the shank was hard enough that it kept my feet from over arching. I eventually settled into a Bloch shoe, but by that time the damage was done.
BTW – Since when does Zappos sell pointe shoes?! That’s awesome!!
So what exactly do I mean by “Missing Pointe?” Right now I miss ballet since I haven’t been to class for a while, but I’m working on remedying that. Staying in class reminds me that ballet is a passion of mine that I can never give up completely, but that I’m still comfortable with my professional decision. However, it also reminds me that I do miss pointe.
People often ask me if pointe work hurts. And it did the first few months, but then I built up a pain tolerance and calluses. The pain disappeared and it became a brand new art form. By going on to the tip of the toe, there is a single fluid line that a flat shoe can’t create. It even feels cleaner to me to be on the tip of the toe instead of having my toes flexed against the floor. I miss those clean lines, the incredible strength required to make them, and the pure awe of the art.
I have a few pairs of pointe shoes in my cedar chest and I used to keep every pair of shoes I ever wore. I tried hanging them from the ceiling in my bedroom once, but it started pulling the ceiling tiles down. I also got the idea to make a ring of them from the arts school I performed at in NYC. I never had enough shoes to complete the circle though. Eventually many of the pointe shoes got holes in them from bugs and they weren’t worth keeping anymore. I still have my first pair (blood stains and all) and would love to bronze them someday. I also have 1 completely new pair of the Martins. They are in perfect condition. I have a plan to saw one in half and show one half of the outside and one half of the inside in a shadowbox. But I could easily sew ribbons and elastic on them tonight and dance around the house. The past couple weeks, its taken me a lot of inner strength to not do just that. To feel that hard box constrain my feet enough that I can stand on my toes and hold an arabesque or twirl a pirouette.
Ballet will always be deeply rooted in me (a brick in my foundation in the words of Q). Pointe will always be deeply rooted in me as well, but in a way that I can never (or at least should never) truly experience again.
Pictures (Flickr)
Genealogy
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