What is Art?

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What is Dance? by John Glenn

After college, I worked at a research institute on arts education called Project Zero inspired by the philosopher of art, Nelson Goodman, and I...

What is Dance? by Naima Prevots

Dance is organized movement where people express themselves for different reasons to enjoy the body’s energies and messages joined with the spirit and to...

What is Dance? by John Niemi

What is dance? I suspect I will spend the rest of my life and career answering this question. When dance happens may be a...

What is Dance? by Jen Stone

Dance is the organization of the body, mind and spirit through space. Sometimes it’s blurry, sometimes it’s perfectly clear. It’s always exerting....

What is Dance? by John Borstel

The attempt to find a definitive definition of dance is probably as old as dance itself, and that’s pretty old. But think about these...

What is Dance? by Ken Manheimer

is a progression of movements, and spaces between movements, where those that come later agree in vital ways with what those that came before. What distinguishes...

What is Dance? by Stephen Clapp

The potential of this question draws me to respond with more questions: What can dance be? Or what can be dance? It...

What is Dance? by Elizabeth Harler

Dance is a lot of work. Liz Harler collects artistic whims and puts them into a neat, ordered tabular format.

What is Dance? by Lou Antonini

Dance is exploring where you go, how you go, and what when you're not. Lou Antonini, choreographer and founder of Dance Antonini, has been involved...

What is Dance? by Diana Dinerman

A little hegemony, a little resistance. Diana Dinerman is a Washington-DC based writer.

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