Who Am I?, The Artist

Dancers Aren't Made Of Their Technique, But Their Passion.

No Trumpets Sound When The Important Decisions Of Our Life Are Made. Destiny Is Made Known Silently.

Living Is A Form Of Not Being Sure, Not Knowing What Next Or How. The Moment You Know How, You Begin To Die A Little. The Artist Never Entirely Knows. We Guess. We May Be Wrong, But We Take Leap After Leap In The Dark.

I Want One Word On My Tombstone - Dancer.

Modern Dancers Give A Sinister Portent About Our Times.