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Le Sacre du Printemps sketch. Can’t decide if I like it or hate it, but playing around with watercolor and very minimal inking is fun.

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Oh, I fell off the Ballets Russes wagon. To be fair, I am never really on the wagon when it comes to the Ballets Russes. But I do blame my Tumblr wife and Rites of Spring, because holy crap any historian who analyzes early 20th century culture through Diaghilev’s ballets can just take me whole.

The sinister way in which I drew Diaghilev suggest an antipathy I don’t at all feel for him. He has a handkerchief in front of his face because in the opening scene of Nijinsky, he returns from being away to Vaslav, who is still recovering from typhus and due to the infection Diaghilev kisses him through a handkerchief. Such a gorgeous scene.

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Ok, the things this man does with color and movement are just… I’m going to go cry into my watercolors now.

Also, I love you, fyeahballetsrusses blog. Let’s elope.

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deadgermangirl asked: As far as requests go, Rachmaninoff, Vladimir Horowitz, Igor Stravinsky? I'm rather fond of these folks.

“Or Coco Chanel and Igor Stravinsky fucking. I rather like your erotic art.”

Uhm. Well. Here is… this. Considering he choreographed a ballet to this, I’m sure Nijinsky had a more positive reaction to Stravinsky’s seizure (aka Le Sacre), but I think we all have had a moment in our lives when we looked at Igor and said, “What.”

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And a sketch from today. Le Dieu Bleu! I love Nijinsky so fucking much oh god.

Also, if you want some eye candy from the amazing Herbert Ross film “Nijinsky” and to read my rambling on rabidly about it, voila.

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This doesn’t really look like Nijinsky, but that’s ok, because its blue and gold.

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I am on a Ballets Russes bender yet again, so here comes the spam. Oldest to newest - I think these are from when I was 19 or 20?