I think of dance as a constant transformation of life itself.
You have to love dancing to stick to it. It gives you nothing back, no manuscripts to store away, no paintings to show on walls and maybe hang in museums, no poems to be printed and sold, nothing but that single fleeting moment when you feel alive.
The only way to do it is to do it.
The most essential thing in dance discipline is devotion, the steadfast and willing devotion to the labor that makes the classwork not a gymnastic hour and a half, or at the lowest level, a daily drudgery, but a devotion that allows the classroom discipline to become moments of dancing too...
I’m not expressing anything. I’m presenting people moving.
Light or luminosity is created by the way elements are juxtaposed. They become reflective and a radiance comes from putting different things together.
Dancing is a spiritual exercise in a physical form.
Anything can feed you, depending on the way you look at it.
Falling is one of the ways of moving.
The most essential thing in dance discipline is devotion.
I was told that I had to give grades to the students, which I wasn’t particularly interested in doing.