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 know what next or how... The artists never entirely knows.

No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently.

Modern dancers give a sinister portent about our times. The dancers don't even look at one another. They are just a lot of isolated individuals jiggling in a kind of self-hypnosis and dancing with others only to remind themselves that we are not completely alone in this world.

Modern dancers give a sinister portent about our times.

There is something fearfully strengthening about cutting free even if the ties bandage the heart itself.

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.