Despite being rhythmically challenged, I love to dance. I dabbled in it as a child and later got a little more serious about it in college, until I was finally able to put my meager skills to use when I was cast in a local theater production of CATS in 2009.
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| Green top, can't stop. |
I didn't (and still don't) have a great physique, nor did I have the long, elegant lines of a true dancer, but I always gave 110%. I loved and absorbed all the different facets that went into creating a moving piece of art--the music, the emotion, even the clothes I wore. Donning my dance tights, jazz shoes, and thigh-high leg warmers (which don't actually do anything but HEY they look cool) never failed to make me want to pop my leg up into an arabesque.
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| Can you guess which cat I am? I'll give you hint: I'm on the left. :P |
In my book, Mohawk Girl is a former ballet dancer. It's not a big part of the story, and dancing is ultimately a source of great grief for her, but I thought it suited her. I imagined a lithe talent hidden behind a carefully-crafted, gruff exterior. And because I love dance and drawing beautiful women, I put two and two together:
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| If you haven't figured it out, I have an unhealthy obsession with the pen tool. |
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