A Life's calling

After nearly 30 years as a dance critic, I thought stepping away from opening nights and teary curtain calls would be good for me. I’d finally have more free time. Maybe I could pen a novel, spend more time with family and friends or simply enjoy quiets evenings at home.
But after witnessing Rudolf Nureyev fly across the Metropolitan Opera stage 45-years-ago, I have believed that dance was my life’s calling – that I existed to trumpet its virtues, elevate its dedicated artists and along the way, slap down a few that sully it’s ephemeral glory.
So here I am – back at humbly attempting to do the impossible – put stodgy words to what can only be expressed through the silent voice emanating from bone, muscle, sinew and flesh.
In this blog, I will share with any kind reader who finds their way to me, my impressions of ballet, modern and contemporary dance that orbits the upstate New York region and beyond.
Join me.
-Wendy Liberatore