Danse.

I've never really got started on this, never written on it. Ah the merging of loved arts... :D

What struck me with this, and has many a time before, is the redefinition of aesthetics in art.
Everyone has deep rooted ideas of what is pretty. Looking at the way Mucha draws fingers, tapering off to the end, the ornamental lines that were eye pleasing at the time, long strokes that curb suddenly and interlace each other.
In ballet classes when I was ten, we were taught legs taught and feet pointed. And this dancer does that, but what makes this piece stricking is when she doesn't. It's the moments you see her arm muscles, her strong upper back, the way it pumps and explodes on the beat. It's the contorsions no longer reserved for contorsion acts in freak shows. It's saying ok, this is cool now. Our bodies can do this therefor there is beauty in it. This foot suddenly sticking out is power. The way her pelvis is pushed forward and back rounded, complete opposite to the sexy booty jiggling about and breast thrust forward. It's the alternance of harsh movement and  self awarness she is showing off. In art, even when the goal is to not attain beauty, aesthetics are involved and reached and create a greater overall beauty.
And when I dance, I'm aware of these things too, I long to delve into dancing properly outside of parties because when I am at a party, among the mass of mindless head bobbing people what I'm doing is working. I'm practising my movements, trying things working out my new beauty, remember the air of other dancers I've seen at other parties. I'm thinking what shape is my body making is it something we're used to, how have I evolved over the years what will be the next influence to me ?