The Only Riots Were The People Trying

The Life Of A Dancer Is Tragically Short. What Is Remarkable About The New York City Ballet Is That It Makes Us Forget That. Because It Keeps The Ballet Alive.

How Much Of Your Life Can You Account For? My Life Is A Collage Of Unaccounted For Brush Strokes; I Am All Random”.

The Great Risk Is Always Saying, "how Will I Communicate What I'm Trying To Get Across To A Room Full Of Strangers Sitting In The Dark Watching A Stage?"

You Don't Push The Button That Says "now I Will Write Something That Resonates In Time." You Don't Know. It's What Happens After A Play Is Finished.

What We're Dealt With Hopefully Is Two Arms, Two Eyes, Two Legs, A Head, A Heart. The Variations, The Extensions, The Possibilities Of The Human Body, What That Can Do