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Education, History, Technique, Production, The Body

What is Art?

Nejla Yatkin: What is Dance?

This is a very difficult but worthwhile question. To me dance is the language of the soul; it is the way that humans...
What is Art?

Kathryn Sparks: What is Dance?

When I dance I am most who I am, before myself, before my friends and relatives, and before God. I am the most...
What is Art?

Jane Jerardi: What is Dance?

Dance is in large part a celebration of being human; perhaps a method for becoming more human. Dance is ordinary, sensuous, and shows us...
What is Art?

Naoko Maeshiba: What is Dance?

Dance for me is an attempt to find soul. Naoko Maeshiba is an eclectic artist from Kobe, Japan.
What is Art?

Maida Withers: What is Dance?

Perhaps we should ask what is NOT dance? If you think you are dancing, you are! If you think someone else is dance,...
What is Art?

Brian Williams: What is Dance?

Dance is our reminder that the human body is a temple which should be honored, nurtured and protected. Brian is the founding artistic director of...
What is Art?

Lucy Bowen McCauley: What is Dance?

Dance is the kinesthetic expression of the music. Lucy Bowen McCauley is the Artistic Director of Bowen-McCauley Dance.
What is Art?

Helen Rea: What is Dance?

Dance is the movement of life. Helen Rea, a dance teacher and Craniosacral Therapist, has taught dance to adult dance students of all levels (beginner...
What is Art?

Robin Gilmore: What is Dance?

Dance is a lifeline. Dance does not lie (there's nowhere to hide). No matter where I am or what I'm doing, that moment becomes a...
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Francesca Jandacek: What is Dance?

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