You Don't Pick Dance. Dance Picks You.

Our Arms Start From The Back Because They Were Once Wings.

In The End, It All Comes Down To The Art Of Breathing.

There Is A Force, A Quickness That Is Translated Through You Into Action. If You Block It, The World Will Not Have It.

It Takes About Ten Years To Make A Mature Dancer. The Training Is Twofold. There Is The Study And Practice Of The Craft In Order To Strengthen The Muscular Structure Of The Body. The Body Is Shaped, Disciplined, Honored, And In Time, Trusted. The Movement Become Clean, Precise, Eloquent, Truthful. Movement Never Lies. It Is A Barometer Telling The State Of The Soul's Weather To All Who Can Read It. This Might Be Called The Law Of The Dancer's Life, The Law Which Governs Its Outer Aspects

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