Movements Are As Eloquent As Words.

I Have Only Danced My Life. As A Child I Danced The Spontaneous Joy Of Growing Things. As An Adolescent, I Danced With Joy Turning To Apprehension Of The First Realisation Of Tragic Undercurrents; Apprehension Of The Pitiless Brutality And Crushing Progress Of Life.

My Motto - Sans Limites.

The Butcher With His Bloody Apron Incites Bloodshed, Murder. Why Not? From Cutting The Throat Of A Young Calf To Cutting The Throats Of Our Brothers And Sisters Is But A Step. While We Ourselves Are Living Graves Of Murdered Animals, How Can We Expect Any Ideal Conditions On The Earth?

With What Price We Pay For The Glory Of Motherhood.

My First Idea Of Movement, Of The Dance, Certainly Came From The Rhythm Of The Wave.