What is Art?

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George Jackson: What is Dance?

"Why didn't you give my child anything to dance?" she hissed, "there was not one dance step in that role!"

CJ Holm: What is Dance?

Three answers: Dance is the process of translating interior forces into external vectors. Dance is a single moment when the dancers move, the audience moves in...

Carlos Velazquez: What is Dance?

I'm not sure what is dance, I'm sure what movement means to me, but the whole idea of "dance" brings to my mind a...

Beth Jucovy: What is Dance?

For me, dance is the ultimate art form. Dance requires commitment of the total person in the most visceral, abstract and creative way....

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. ...

Michael Bjerknes: What is Dance?

Dance allows one to express what cannot be expressed otherwise. Either do to the lack of words or the need to combine physicality with...

Cheles Rhynes: What is Dance?

Dance is a form in which a choreographer tells a story or expresses thoughts/feelings through movement, not words. Dance can move you in ways...

Laura Schandelmeier: What is Dance?

What is Dance? Dance is the constant query of what it is. What is Dance? = What is Dance? Laura Schandelmeier is a...

Casey Maliszewski: What is Dance?

What is dance? This is such a simple question, with such a difficult answer. No answer is wrong, and no answer is correct. It...

Dana Tai Soon Burgess: What is Dance?

To me, dance is a symbolic, visceral language which directly conveys the subconscious realm. Dana Tai Soon Burgess is a critically acclaimed choreographer, director of...

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One Poem by Charlotte Van Schaack

Writing On The Wall   Even with the fear of haunted place, everyone is trying to become a ghost.          As in the paid...

One Poem by Kate Gorman

FALLSTREETLIGHT SWITCH The sodium-vapor streetlightswith fresnel lenses like lidded eyeshave been replacedwith horseshoe-like arcs of LED lights.As the morning stays dark longerand evening comes on...

Three Poems by Mary Whitlow

Cloth & Sun    Chaos greets me at the door—   broken things swirl,   dust motes through worn curtains,   a breath before the next bruise.   You coil like an old cobra,   fangs...
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