The truest expression of a people is in its dances and its music. Bodies never lie.
To make up a dance, I still need, as I needed then, a pot of tea, walking space, privacy and an idea.
No white man uses his feet the way an Indian does. He talks to the earth.
No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently.
Who am I?, the artist asks. And he devotes his whole life to finding out.
I had had to learn the difference between the bearable fatigue and the unbearable, the fatigue of fear. The first can be cured by a night's sleep; the second kills.