I Studied The Way I Danced- To

Living Is A Form Of Not Being Sure, Not Knowing What Next Or How. The Moment You Know How, You Begin To Die A Little. The Artist Never Entirely Knows. We Guess. We May Be Wrong, But We Take Leap After Leap In The Dark.

Friends Die One By One, But So, Thank God, Do Enemies.

To Dance Is To Be Out Of Yourself. Larger, More Beautiful, More Powerful. This Is Power, It Is Glory On Earth And It Is Yours For The Taking.

But Remember That Intent Is Everything. One Does Not Just Jump, One Lifts Into The Air, One Rises. In The Same Way The Lifted Leg Of An Arabesque Becomes A Wing, And Not A Mechanical Leverage Like A Raised Trap Door. This Is The Precise Difference Between Dancing And Acrobatics. The Dancer Tries To Express Something; The Acrobat Merely Pulls, Raises, Stretches And Grinds. The Acrobat Is Lost In A Web Of Muscles The Dancer Is All But Invisible In Projected Idea.

Dance In The Body You Have.