All Those Who Try To Unveil The

The Personal, If It Is Deep Enough, Becomes Universal, Mythical, Symbolic.

We Are Never Trapped Unless We Choose To Be.

Jazz Is The Music Of The Body.

To Change Skins, Evolve Into New Cycles, I Feel One Has To Learn To Discard

She Had Lost Herself Somewhere Along The Frontier Between Her Inventions, Her Stories, Her Fantasies And Her True Self. The Boundaries Had Become Effaced, The Tracks Lost, She Had Walked Into Pure Chaos, And Not A Chaos Which Carried Her Like The Galloping Of Romantic Riders In Operas And Legends, But Which Suddenly Revealed The Stage Props: A Papier-mâché Horse.