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Magical girl based off an Irish dancer for St Paddy’s day
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Magical girl based off an Irish dancer for St Paddy’s day
Lola Montez
Artist: Attributed to Joseph Karl Stieler (German, 1781–1858)
Date: c. 1845
Medium: Oil on canvas
Collection: National Portrait Gallery, Canberra, Australia
Description
Eliza Rosanna Gilbert, Countess of Landsfeld (17 February 1821 – 17 January 1861), better known by the stage name Lola Montez, was an Irish dancer and actress who became famous as a Spanish dancer, courtesan, and mistress of King Ludwig I of Bavaria, who made her Gräfin von Landsfeld (Countess of Landsfeld). At the start of the Revolutions of 1848 in the German states, she was forced to flee. She proceeded to the United States via Austria, Switzerland, France and London, to return to her work as an entertainer and lecturer.
Duel of the Madame Alexander Dolls: International (Round 1)
Which doll is the best?
Irish Dancer (version 1)
Irish Dancer (version 2)
*changes bio from 34th to 23rd in the Nation 😭😘*
Former Riverdancer Nicole McKeever collaborates with video artist Natalie Goldman for this Irish Dance short film!
Performed by: Hannah Redlich
Number: “Guns and Ships”
Choreographer: Hannah Redlich
Style: Irish Dance
From: “Hamilton Irish Dance- Guns and Ships” (2016)
A poem by A. E. Stallings
FOR A YOUNG DANCER ON ST. PATRICK’S DAY
At six, her stance is Like a professional’s—she waits her cue Intensely and with no expression, The youngest in the troupe of girls Costumed alike in skirts that flare like bells Embroidered with designs— Abstracted tangled animals and geometric vines— Drawn from the Book of Kells, Hair done up in headdresses of artificial curls To bounce in time to lively Irish dances, But it’s the music of a Shaker hymn When she takes her place Alone on the plywood stage, candescent with such fierce And concentrated joy As no smile will pierce And no trivial laughter can alloy, Each swift and nimble limb Inhabiting its quickness without haste, As if she had only herself to please. All gazes Fix on her, not because, Or not only because, she is a lovely, solemn elf, Not that her eyes Are just the shade of blue Patterned on antique Delft Or that cliché of cloudless skies (Though bored through with the blackness of unfathomable Space), And it is not her fearsome self-possession Around her, tightly furled, Rather the possession of her self By a vaster power Whose presence in this low room till this hour Had been unknown to us And momently amazes, As the wide wind that breathes upon the world Enlists the tossing of high-masted trees, The bowing of the grass, The shiver of a roadside flower, So we may see it pass.
A. E. Stallings