I Get Up, I Fall

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.

The Body Is Your Instrument In Dance, But Your Art Is Outside That Creature, The Body.

I Don't Think In Art There Is Ever A Precedent; Each Moment Is A New One And Terrifying And Threatening And Bursting With Hope.

The Spine Is The Tree Of Life. Respect It.

My Childhood Years Were A Balance Of Dark And Light.