I have danced.
All my life.
In countless ways, with countless people, in countless places.
I’ve come to know what I love—and what I abhor.
I now know that what feels true for me on a
Tuesday may no longer serve us on a Saturday.
I no longer dance at my body, but with it. This isn’t always easy—sometimes my body frustrates me.
That’s okay.
I create because it brings me pleasure.
I share my work publicly because I want to offer that pleasure to others.
How it is received matters deeply—but it does not steer the course of my imagination.
I am a collaborator. I bring my imagination to life with others, and in doing so, I allow myself to be changed by them.
Pleasure, not perfection.
Rigor over ease. Comfort over harm.
A body has a voice. A voice has a voice. Both deserve to be used—wisely, and wildly.
The mind holds equal weight to the body. Both have value because they are yours. Perhaps they are you.
Curiosity as courage. Imagination as freedom.
Please—try to have hope.
And never, never forget pleasure.
About | Beth Twigs
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