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Tajna Tanovic: What is Dance?

Turned inside out, I dance alone or with someone, for someone or myself. Tell a story without words, paint a picture with my body...

Rachel Wynne: What is Dance?

Nature: Birds flocking at sunset, moving as one yet each with unique voices and flight mannerisms. Schools of fish. Grass reaching up in a...

Alaine Handa: What is Dance?

A dance is created through a series of movement. Any movement can be construed as a dance. For example, cars weaving in and out...

Ginger Cox: What is Dance?

What is Dance? I don't know right now. Dance is constantly changing and reinventing itself. It's asking me to do the same. Just when...

Kelly Buwalda: What is Dance?

For something I have studied and loved so much, it is one of the hardest questions I have had to answer! Maybe it means...

What is Dance: Sixteen One Sentence Answers by New York based choreographers

Sixteen New York based choreographers answer the question "what is dance?" They then all order no-whip soy macciatos.

Emily Bufferd: What is Dance?

I feel that dance is so open to interpretation that putting a definition to it could never fully encompass all that it is. ...

Caitlin Trainor: What is Dance?

I am not sure if I can put a tag on what dance is exactly, not sure that I can pinpoint what makes sense...

Krista Racho-Jansen: What is Dance?

movement through space over time; deliberate trajectories; joy; self expression through physical movement; self questioning/imaging/thinking through physical movement

Remembering Mary Saludares (1989 – 2009)

Mary Saludares, a gifted young member of Washington D.C.'s dance community, died on February 20th, 2009. She was 20 years old. She passed after being struck by a car while on tour in Baltimore as a member of the Washington Ballet Studio Company.

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