SAYURI ICHIDA New and Recent Photographs
In my teen years, when everything felt all mixed up with the incessant Auckland rain, I found solace in ballet class, where there were rules for every step. And beyond the rules: mystery.
I pored over books and magazines: page after page of ballerinas onstage or in studios, touching almost nothing but light and air. Ballet itself I understood as a fierce and complex art. Yet image after image insisted on only the ethereal.
As I looked, I imagined myself doing whatever the dancer was doing; I yearned to do
