Wilder-ness

Ferocity becomes her.

Once a man lamented his favorite local dancer had become too tame, too civilized. He wistfully said, and his voice took on the half whisper-growl of intentional theatricality and his tongue curled around the most important word, Years ago she was wild.

But refinement does not always mean lost intrigue of unrestraint, although the degree of turbulence gains subtlety.

I love the unruly, ungovernable, rebellious dancers, but I appreciate them even more when they infuse their motions with accuracy and perfection of controlled, learned, practiced movement.

That is the best of both worlds.