...and when I was starting to feel the tiredness of being a person, I find myself sitting in Sadler's Wells in front a group of twenty human beings that make me care for them. No words but dance. Something simple like a pirouette or one of those moves we practice when no one is watching provokes a giggle in me or an unexpected tear.

If only we were reminded more often that beauty is relative and boundaries biased.
Jérôme Bel's #Gala tonight was a celebration of difference and an exercise of compassion: the dose of humanity one would expect from an art expression nowadays.

I am curious about their process. I wish I had been in the rehearsal room. I wish I had been 'the salsa dancer' in the collective, choosing Joe Arroyo to be played out loud in the theatre and taking my clothes off in front of everyone at the end of the show.