wandering apricot

March 31, 2009

High insteps, high arches: ballet feet

Filed under: dance — apricot @ 9:53 pm

Spring break was all that could be hoped for; Lisa and Erik were very gracious hosts, and Berkeley is amazing. I’m in love with the Bay Area all over again, and can’t wait to move there in a few months! Now, there’s that pesky issue of a prospectus…

Meanwhile, I have been meaning to post for a very long time now about ballet feet, and particularly on the question of insteps. As with my hyperextension post, I’m no doctor or any other kind of authority, I’m writing strictly from my own experience, this is no replacement for a knowledgeable teacher or physical trainer, yadda yadda yadda. So! On with it.

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Ballet–classical ballet–is not a kind or generous dance form. That is, to a considerable degree, there is a very stringent and unyielding standard of what is desirable in the body of a dancer, and what is not. Attend any performance by a major company, and even a newcomer to ballet can get a basic sense of this: long and almost always thin. That said, there are ballet companies which take or even feature other kinds of bodies; the Joffrey, for instance, is known for the athleticism of its dancers. Some are downright stocky, and often very very strong, as opposed to the wispier physiques of other ballet companies.

The Joffrey aside (somewhat…their dancers are still very slim!) the prevailing trend in ballet these days is long and thin. Yet the demands that ballet makes of dancers go even beyond this already difficult to realize ideal; it extends to the very shape of the foot, and that extra inch of bone and flesh on the foot can earn a ballerina the envy of her peers. It’s no overstatement, I think, to say that dancers admire and want beautiful feet, even to the point of buying fabric inserts to give feet the desired appearance.

The ideal is, put simply: a strong yet flexible foot with a high arch and a high instep. As with hyperextension, high arches and insteps are all about the lines. When a foot with a high instep and high arch is fully pointed and stretched–oh, so lovely!

The Mechanics

The arch is the curve under the foot, between the heel and forefoot. The instep-perhaps a little counterintuitively–is the bony structure on top of the foot.

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behold, Svetlana Zakharova’s ridiculously perfect foot!

For ballet, it is more important to have a high arch; this enables a dancer to get to a high demi-pointe, and if she is dancing en pointe, to get over the box of the shoe. From my experience, the jury’s still out on the functionality of a high instep; according to one teacher I’ve had, it’s purely aesthetic; from another teacher’s perspective, it has something to do with getting over the box as well. I’m not sure about this. But it is true that high arches and high insteps tend to go together, just as low insteps and flat feet tend to go together. My own feet are an odd mix: fairly good arches, minimal insteps; strangely enough, it seems that my left instep is a little higher than my right.

Alas, there is no way to vastly improve arches and insteps. For “banana feet” such as Zakharova’s or Alessandra Ferri’s, one must be born with them. No amount of ballet will ever get flat feet to look like those. However, feet can be gently exercised to improve arches–if only a little bit. Imagine pushing your arches outward in demi-pointe. The popular plie, rolling through the feet into demi-pointe, and then rising in releve is a great way to encourage the arches. For insteps, I suppose that imagining the instep pushing outward as well would help, as would making sure that feet are fully pointed and stretched for tendus and degages. But in general–you either have high insteps, or you don’t. When focusing on arches and pointing one’s feet, be careful to avoid sickling and pushing too hard, straining the ankle.

As I mentioned in my post about hyperextension, dancers with a lot of flexibility may tend to be not as strong as the dancers with lower levels of flexibility. This goes for feet as well. Strong feet tend to be flat, and curvy flexible feet have a tendency towards weakness. Both strength and flexibility are sought-after characteristics, and strength in feet is particularly useful for pointe work. Some young dancers with curved, flexible feet may find it frustrating to build the strength necessary to support themselves en pointe.
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Dancer 1 has fairly low insteps; dancers 2 and 3 have high insteps!

A bit of historical perspective (my favorite kind of perspective)

Ballet dancers have not always been held to this standard. In the 19th and early 20th century, bodies and feet were not always pushed to the extremes that are now sought after.
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Tamara Karsavina.

Not only did dancers from these days tend to be just a tad more voluptuous, in my opinion, but the expected en pointe look was also quite different. Above, we can see that Tamara Karsavina’s left (standing) foot is en pointe, but she is not quite over the box of her shoe. (The box is the rectangular-ish part of the shoe that encloses the toes and forefoot.) These days, it is expected of ballerinas that they will be able to get over the box of the shoe. A good arch makes this possible, and a high instep enhances the look. For example:
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I think this is Zakharova again. Whoever it is, what an amazing line, from tip of her right toes to the bottom of her left!

As the 20th century progressed, dancers bodies became thinner, more streamlined, more elongated, more flexible, faster, and so on.
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long, lean, and flexible!

It seems that many young dancers feel a great deal of pressure regarding their bodies, and feet in particular–”good feet” are banana feet, and “bad feet” have low arches and low insteps. They are particularly pressured about this when they are young and their bodies still somewhat malleable. But consider Margot Fonteyn:
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Her feet are quite modest. “Bad,” even. Beyond her feet, she raised her arabesques only to a chaste 90 degrees–a far cry from the extensions in the above two photos! Yet my ballet teachers still carry on about how much she made of just a little precipite, or of such seemingly easy arabesques as above. Quality of movement, not quantity or length of extension.

I confess that I have a bit of an obsession with beautiful ballet feet. Sylvie Guillem, anyone? But in class I am always drawn to watching the dancers who are smiling, whose dancing radiates joy. Sometimes they have lovely feet. Sometimes not.
As desirable as high arches and insteps may be, it’s good to bear in mind that 99% of the audience don’t notice them–indeed, if they are in the nosebleed seats, they can’t even see them. High insteps are really a dancer’s obsession, and means very little beyond this particular group. This may be even more exclusively a ballet dancer’s obsession, as I can’t remember meeting a modern, tap, or ballroom dancer bemoaning the skeletal structure of their feet. Ballet can be exacting indeed.

Where the average viewer is concerned, what really counts is the expressive use of the whole body–think Fonteyn! Even one of Suzanne Farrell’s feet was partially crushed on one side due to a childhood accident. In terms of the feet, a pointed, strong, average foot is much more aesthetically pleasing than an unpointed, weak banana foot. And for balletomanes, the sum of the whole is much more important than the quality of the parts–even when it comes to something as basic as the feet in the pointe shoes. So in the end, as with hyperextension, slimness, proportion, line, etc, it is better to see a dancer using and celebrating what she has been blessed with, as opposed to watching a dancer with a perfect body (and perfect feet) going through the motions.

March 12, 2009

Hello blog, it’s been a long time & a meme

Filed under: friends — apricot @ 9:35 pm

Hello blog. It’s been, gosh, weeks…I just haven’t had much to say. Sludging through the quarter, occasionally panicking about my prospectus, and the like. I’m headed to the bay area in the next few weeks for a preliminary research trip. That’ll be fun; all I need to do is survive my Chinese final and finish grading my students’ finals and I can plan plan plan.

Therefore: a meme. From Ms. Bride in exile! And I tag Satsuma and Ms. Babe, if y’all got the time :)


The Rules

Step 1: respond and rework—answer the questions on your own blog, replace one question that you dislike with a question of your own invention, add one more question of your own.
Step 2: tag other un-tagged people.

Make a list of things you can see without getting up:
This awesome 22 inch flatscreen monitor that my parents brought up for me to use, so i don’t have to develop a hump hunching over my laptop. My Chinese vocab flashcards, my brown summer floppy hat, and a green vase with a crackled glaze.

Favorite Etsy Shop:

I know not of this thing called Etsy, and it’s probably for the best. At least where my bank account is concerned.
What are you wearing right now?
A gray long-sleeved shirt, a delicate little diamond necklace from Mr. P, terry cloth bermuda shorts (they’re as hideous as you imagine), and my labradorite ring.

What color are the eyes of the person you love most in the world?
Brown! My favorite eye color.

What’s the last thing you read/are currently reading?
The Nasty Bits, by Anthony Bourdain. And a master’s thesis about an obscure newspaper in an obscure mining town during the 19th century.
What is the last thing you cooked?
sweet mung bean soup: raw mung beans boiled with sugar. yum.

What is your favorite restaurant of all time?
A roadside shack in Hubei, China where I had the most glorious potato slivers in vinegar. And Thai Lingo in Fullerton.

What’s your current obsession/addiction?

the Online Archive of California

What was the last gift you gave?
Tickets to Das Rheingold for Mr. P. I hated it by the way; aside from my longstanding distaste for Wagner, who was the only composer to have ever make my lips go numb in the middle of a concert, the staging was absolutely horrible and incomprehensible. My least favorite thing was the clown prostitute with big pointy nipples and floppy padded ass. If you’re going to do Wagner, bring back horned hats and metal brassieres! Bugs Bunny knew how to do it.

What are you listening to right now?

Van Halen.

What movie do you know every word to?

All the Lord of the Rings movies, Star Wars and possibly the 40 Year Old Virgin, (but this only because Mr. P is obsessed with that movie).

If you could have any super power, what would it be?
Learning by osmosis. I want to just put my hand on a book and know everything in it. Just imagine what you could do with foreign language dictionaries…the possibilities are dizzying. I think my nerd is showing.

What is your most challenging goal right now?

To wake up at 7AM every morning without wanting to crush my alarm clock into small small bits.

If you could have a house–totally paid for, fully furnished–anywhere in the world, where would you want it to be?
Big Sur, California.

Where is your ideal vacation?

I want to go to Greece.

Name one thing you just can’t resist no matter how bad it is for you

Any sort of Asian noodle.

If you could meet anyone famous – dead or alive – who would it be?
My great grandfather, who was a minor nobleman with 4 wives and an opium addiction. He’s not famous, but I think it would just be interesting to meet him. And my great grandmother, and any of her co-wives, just to see how all that worked out (or not. Apparently there was a lot of fighting)
If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?
If not a children’s book author, a writer/animator for Pixar.

You see a cute baby, what is your reaction?
cute, I guess? I’m very bad with children of all ages.

Your favorite day spent in another country?
Stomping through the Galway countryside with my sorority sisters, without knowing where we were going and when we were going to get back. We bought some pecan buns, saw a couple donkeys, and sang a lot of songs.
If your life could have a soundtrack? Name a song on it–
Quizas, quizas, quizas.

Which literary character most resembles yourself?
The narrator from “Why I live at the PO” by Eudora Welty. Her ridiculousness and her family’s ridiculousness ring true.

If you were an animal, you’d be:
well, according to a rather zany woman (you know who I’m talking about, Ms. Bride) from camp a few years back, my spirit animal is a unicorn. Everyone else got solid, down-to-earth animals like groundhogs, ravens, and mice. I’m not sure what it says about me that my spirit animal is imaginary.

What was your strangest dream?

Al Pacino was making me assassinate Joseph Lieberman in a Banana Republic with a camera that could morph into a gun. I was also at the cashier’s desk, and they were making sand in large buckets out back.

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