I have loved ballet since I was a preteen. At one point I wanted to be a prima ballerina but when my father heard me talking about it he put his foot down. Ballerinas starve to death. Very few make it to prima status and he didn’t anticipate my being one of them. So he canceled my ballet classes. I was of course, heartbroken but I managed to carry on. Now I paint and draw ballerinas as often as I can. He took it away from me but not out of my heart apparently.
What do you think?