(with myself, because no one else asks) Question: Do you see yourself as a writer who dances or a dancer who writes? Answer: Yes. Question: That's not an answer. Answer: Yes, it is. Both. But above all: creative and reluctant to be pigeonholed. Question: You've written a novel. Answer: That's right. dancing falling flying. Question: Sounds like instructions for failed pirouettes. Answer: You could see it that way. But it's a declaration of love for life.
‘Rest, restes, have a rest’ Over the last few days, I have been thinking about what topic to cover in the new newsletter. What has excited me, what has inspired me, what is worth pondering? What could inspire my readers, how could I take them on a journey into my world? Until now, topics have usually arisen spontaneously, simply jumping out at me, besieging me, occupying me so much that it was easy for me to make a selection, formulate my thoughts and insights as well as my e
´Movement is not yet dance' The interdependence of dance and music is well known. It is also true that dance can and should stand on its own. Nevertheless, I repeatedly observe how dance subordinates itself to music. For while music always seems to be an independent entity, dance takes on an almost submissive position. Today, thanks to the algorithm (which is, of course, very dance-heavy), I was shown another solo improvisation by a dancer on Instagram. To a well-known jazz s
