What Makes A Great Dancer Is Not

Movement Never Lies. It Is A Barometer Telling The State Of The Soul's Weather To All Who Can Read It.

Dancing Appears Glamorous, Easy, Delightful. But The Path To Paradise Of The Achievement Is Not Easier Than Any Other. There Is Fatigue So Great That The Body Cries, Even In Its Sleep. There Are Times Of Complete Frustration, There Are Daily Small Deaths.

My Childhood Years Were A Balance Of Dark And Light.

In A Dancer, There Is A Reverence For Such Forgotten Things As The Miracle Of The Small Beautiful Bones And Their Delicate Strength.

There Is Fatigue So Great That The Body Cries, Even In Its Sleep.