The Mirror Is Not You. The Mirror

My Muse Must Come To Me On Union Time.

I Could Never Make A Ballet By Wrinkling My Brow And Concentrating. If You Set Out Deliberately To Make A Masterpiece, How Will You Ever Get It Finished?

It's Like The Time Capsule With Everything In It. Or Like The Seed That When You Plant It, Becomes The Enormous Tree With Leaves And Fruit. Everybody Was In That Little Seed, And So Everything Can Open. The Tree Of Dance Is Like That. It Just Takes A Long, Long Time To Blossom.

The Choreographer And The Dancer Must Remember
that They Reach The Audience Through The Eye.
it's The Illusion Created Which Convinces The Audience,
much As It Is With The Work Of A Magician.

The Mirror Is Not You. The Mirror Is You Looking At Yourself.