The Body Is Shaped, Disciplined, Honored, And

My Childhood Years Were A Balance Of Dark And Light.

I Am Absorbed In The Magic Of Movement And Light. Movement Never Lies. It Is The Magic Of What I Call The Outer Space Of The Imagination.

Think Of The Magic Of That Foot, Comparatively Small, Upon Which Your Whole Weight Rests. It's A Miracle, And The Dance Is A Celebration Of That Miracle.

The Unique Must Be Fulfilled.

I Believe That We Learn By Practice... It Is The Performance Of A Dedicated Precise Set Of Acts, Physical Or Intellectual, From Which Come Shape Of Achievement, A Sense Of One's Being, A Satisfaction Of Spirit.