My Heroines Are Part Of

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.

No White Man Uses His Feet The Way An Indian Does. He Talks To The Earth.

Modern Dancers Give A Sinister Portent About Our Times.

Dance In The Body You Have.

Who Am I?, The Artist Asks. And He Devotes His Whole Life To Finding Out.