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.
Toe dancing is a dandy attention getter, second only to screaming.
Dance in the body you have.
No white man uses his feet the way an Indian does. He talks to the earth.
The truest expression of a people is in its dances and its music. Bodies never lie.
Who am I?, the artist asks. And he devotes his whole life to finding out.