Dancing – often alone in a studio or elsewhere – sometimes seems a refuge, an escape from life.

Yet is also a way to become wholly cellular, including the real as well as the imaginary.

Perceptual actions germinate in a bed of thoughts and feelings foraged from life.

When I imagine dancing-talking with someone else.

I wonder how “otherness” can become one another, each other.

A touch which includes resonance and dissonance.