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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.

My Childhood Years Were A Balance Of Dark And Light.

It Is Difficult To See The Great Dance Effects As They Happen, To See Them Accurately, Catch Them Fast In Memory. It Is Even More Difficult To Verbalize Them For Critical Discussion. The Particular Essence Of A Performance, Its Human Sweep Of Articulate Rhythm In Space And In Time Has No Specific Terminology To Describe It By.

Dance Is The Landscape Of Man's Soul.

I'm Asked So Often Whether I Believe In Life After Death. I Do Believe In The Sanctity Of Life, The Continuity Of Life And Of Energy. I Know The Anonymity Of Death Has No Appeal For Me. It Is The Now That I Must Face And Want To Face.