|Edgar Degas, Melancholy, c. 1874|
For Thursday's class we were in the large studio (usually we are in a small practice studio) using portable barres. I have to say I didn't like them terribly much because I kept worrying that I was going to bang my foot into the pipe on the end. What was great was the space we had for center exercises. For an hour, everything else was forgotten, but only for an hour.