This art nerd has a confession to make.
Sit me in a college lecture hall and I feel at home as visual theories about art roll from my tongue to the rhythm of slides clicking around the carousel of a humming projector. Stand me before a painting or sculpture in an art museum and I am at ease jotting erudite notes about form, color and symbolism that help me draw my conclusions about the artist’s intent.
Sit me in the audience of a dance performance, however, and all traces of academia are stripped from my vocabulary. I am left with simple verbiage that comes in the form of “Whoa” and “Wow” as I betray the hardly-elementary extent of my formal education in the art of dance.