Remembering the great Kevin Wynn. As a ballet concentration at Purchase my modern classes became limited in my final semesters…but I always chose his class. He was loud and fast and made you take a deeper look at yourself. It was terrifying. He rejected university emails, my pink tights, and french twists but always made me feel like I belonged. The only way to get through his combos was to stop over analyzing and to just move, and move big. The bigger you moved the faster you learned. I am forever grateful for the freedom I found through his movement and spirit. I’ll throw some monkey ears into my warmups this week. Until our paths cross again…I know you’ll be laughing at us from beyond ♥️
