“The ballet is a purely female thing; it is a woman, a garden of beautiful flowers, and the man is the gardener.”

This masterpiece was created using a knife palette, on canvas 24"×36"

She pirouettes and she twirls

Body twisted in ungeometrical shapes

Her bright red gown swirls

As her shapely silhouette it drapes

She spins elegant on her toes

As I watch in rapture complete

My longing for her grows

As the audience finds its feet

But when the music misses a beat

And when I see her stutter

I almost jump out of my seat

My poor captive heart a- flutter

Yet ‘tis nothing but some vibrant colours

Mixed up as pretty as can be

A balletic confluence of varied cultures

Is the ballerina in my art gallery