Ballet is like a mirage, a fleeting magic that vanishes into thin air. It disappears like smoke, a momentary beauty that must be witnessed with one’s own eyes. Like a magical wisp of smoke, it fades in an instant, and the careers of dancers, too, are often short-lived.
In my artwork, I seek to capture this ephemeral nature of ballet. My brushstrokes are delicate and fluid, flowing like the movement of smoke, symbolizing the transient beauty of dance.