One of the unexpected highlights of my trip to New Zealand was a museum devoted to the odd combination of classic cars and something called "wearable art". The place was like a wonderland. Seriously. So it's not really surprising that the Alice in Wonderland ballet was wearable art come to life. Or even, animation come to life. You really believed Alice was changing size, or that there was a ring of flying butterflies circling the caterpillar, or a lobster and a dodo and a fish et al were dancing with Alice. Everything was perfect, even the music which was culled from a variety of sources and not actually written for Alice. Plus it was hilarious.
A great side effect of these kinds of events is they inspire and jumpstart my own creative process, making me want to give the world something even a millionth as delightful, in my own way. The ideas start flowing and the only real work is culling the dumber ones and choosing the goods. The rest is just letting it happen, more or less. Though there is a bit of self-discipline involved as well- maybe making it happen would be more accurate.
The Edmonton Journal's review of the ballet.