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Noralma Vera Arrata: A Life in Dance The first memory I have is of my mother's dancing. I was barely three years old, my small hand clasped tightly in hers, watching as she spun across the polished floor of our living room in Guayaquil. Her vibrant emerald dress whirled with her, the scent of gardenias mingling with the tang of sweat. It was a beautiful blur of colour and motion, a chaotic symphony of laughter and joy. I would spend hours trying to emulate her graceful movements, my tiny body striving to achieve the same fluidity and lightness. It was during these early imitations that I discovered the magic of dance, the ability to express oneself without a single word. Ecuador, in the late 1930s, was a country steeped in tradition, a place where the allure of the performing arts, especially for a girl, was a daring proposition. Yet, my mother, a woman ahead of her time, recognized the spark within me. She took me to her friend, Señora Rodriguez, who had a small studio above a bakery. There, on creaky wooden floorboards, beneath the dusty scent of flour, my journey began. Señora Rodriguez was strict, demanding, and more than a little eccentric. Her passion for the art was contagious, her gruff pronouncements hidden by a heart that yearned to inspire. I was just another small child in her crowded studio, but I was also a vessel for her dreams. She saw something in me, a raw potential waiting to be cultivated. From Guayaquil to Quito As I grew older, the studio walls felt confining. My feet ached for larger spaces, my heart yearning for the bright lights of the stage. My parents, with a mixture of worry and pride, supported my aspirations. They knew a talent such as mine was meant to be nurtured, to be unleashed upon the world. And so, at the tender age of thirteen, I embarked on a new chapter of my life, leaving the sun-soaked shores of Guayaquil for the cool, high altitude of Quito. Here, I was accepted into the prestigious National School of Ballet. It was a world apart from the dusty bakery studio, filled with the aroma of jasmine and the disciplined whispers of other dancers. It was a haven of artistry and discipline, where passion and perfection danced hand in hand. I thrived in the competitive atmosphere. The rigor of daily training became my new language, the elegant pirouettes and demanding leaps, my vocabulary. My small, lean frame was surprisingly resilient, my determination unwavering. It was during this time, under the tutelage of Madame Rosana Perez, a woman of fierce intelligence and ethereal beauty, that my style blossomed. Her artistry imbued my movement with a profound grace, her insights honed my technique, making me a force to be reckoned with. Breaking Barriers While I honed my technique in the classroom, my dreams of a professional career danced in the wings. In the early 1950s, Ecuador's dance scene was dominated by classical ballet. But I yearned to break free from tradition, to find my own voice, to infuse my performance with the vibrant energy and raw passion that flowed through me. It was in 1954, during a recital at the Teatro Nacional Sucre, that my life took an unexpected turn. The legendary Argentinian choreographer, Julio Bocca, was in the audience. His keen eyes recognised my unique blend of classicism and raw emotion, a style that was both traditional and refreshingly innovative. He invited me to Argentina to train with his renowned company. The opportunity was a dream come true, but also a perilous leap into the unknown. My family, used to the familiarity of our small world, were reluctant. But, with their support, I flew to Buenos Aires. Argentina was a whirlwind of sensory overload, the tango pulsating in the air, a heady blend of Latin rhythm and fiery passion. It was there, under Bocca's masterful guidance, that I truly came into my own. Bocca saw not only the classical ballerina in me but the story teller, the artist who could weave tales of passion and despair through her movement. He challenged me to embrace the theatrical aspect of dance, to transform myself from a mere dancer into a captivating performer. I delved into the works of Lorca, exploring the flamenco spirit that resonated with my soul, embracing the bold, dramatic strokes of Spanish folklore. He instilled in me a sense of theatrical daring, a yearning to connect with the audience on a deeper level, to draw them into the emotion, to create a visceral experience. Breaking into the International Scene Returning to Ecuador, I was no longer just Noralma. I was Noralma Vera Arrata, a dancer reborn. My performances ignited the stage, captivating audiences with my fluid grace and captivating interpretations. I had discovered a power within myself, a captivating force that made my audiences hold their breath, captivated by the stories I wove through my dance. News of my talents soon reached beyond Ecuador's borders. I was invited to tour Europe, my artistry captivating the demanding audiences of Paris, Berlin, and Vienna. Each performance was a revelation, an exploration of emotion, my body a conduit for stories spun in air, told without words. My years of training in classical ballet laid a firm foundation, but it was my experimentation with contemporary styles, my willingness to blend the familiar with the unknown, that made my mark on the international dance scene. My interpretation of Bocca's work "The Tango Suite" was hailed as groundbreaking, its powerful imagery resonating with audiences worldwide. The late 1950s and early 1960s were a golden era for my career. I was a fixture in prestigious dance festivals, gracing stages with some of the greatest dancers of our time. But even in this realm of dazzling performance, I always remained a student of the art. I was drawn to new forms of dance, studying with the legendary Martha Graham in New York, absorbing her revolutionary approach, her willingness to break free from classical boundaries. Graham saw in me a kindred spirit, a dancer willing to push the limits, to experiment with expression. She recognized in my movement a yearning for storytelling, a desire to connect with audiences on a visceral level. My time with Graham proved to be transformative. It expanded my understanding of dance as an art form, allowing me to tap into new depths of emotion and explore a wide spectrum of human experience. The Legacy of Noralma Vera Arrata Now, as I sit down to reflect on my life's journey, I can only feel a sense of profound gratitude. I have had the privilege of dedicating my life to an art form that has filled my heart with joy, enriched my spirit with challenges, and pushed me to reach for my highest potential. But my legacy extends beyond performances on stage. For the past ten years, I have been teaching ballet at the Quito School of Performing Arts. Here, in the heart of my beloved country, I see the future reflected in the eyes of my young students. Their dreams ignite a flame within me, reminding me that the art of dance will continue to inspire and transform lives for generations to come. Dance and Life, Intertwined When I'm not dancing, I spend time writing. It is my passion alongside dance. The words dance on the page much like the choreography I execute. They flow with an innate passion and a story I hope people can appreciate. My goal is to share my knowledge with aspiring young dancers and perhaps even help some of them find their path into the world. My life in dance is not simply a career but a philosophy, a way of life. Dance has shaped who I am, guided me through challenges and victories alike. My life is not just about pirouettes and grand jetés. It is about finding joy in every moment, embracing change, and striving for perfection even in the face of adversity. It is about discovering your inner strength and unleashing the artist within you. It is about believing that with each step, we can make a difference, move our hearts and the hearts of others. Noralma Vera Arrata will always be a dancer, a story teller, a passionate soul committed to spreading the magic of movement, a legacy of grace and innovation, one dance step at a time.