In amongst the momentary glory and inevitable change is the unrelenting, ferocious desire to express the soul through a limited body in the hope that it can bring some peace to a painful inner and outer world.

Creation, of any sort, needs a little bit of madness.

Artists see the invisible before anyone else.

Along with all the dirty work, there is also love. Along with all the dirty dancing, there is also purity. Along with all the hatred, hurt, and anger, there is also healing.

Dancing, at its best, is independence and intimacy in balance.