Sometimes in life all one can do is just watch with that bitter/sweet mix of awe and envy while someone seems to effortlessly do what we have strived mightily for, and never seemed to make progress. They’re the moments that bring about life changing decisions. Do you give up, or do you apply yourself all the more, hoping that one day you will sprout wings and fly, revelling in the moment of achievement?
If life is a journey, not a destination, then all the more we are defined by the manner in which we undertake the journey, because, for certes, our destination is undeniably shared with every other human ever born.
That’s why i feel quite safe in defining dance as art, because, like all great art, it makes you think, and thinking is a commodity in short supply in this, our world.