When I feel the motion of the dancer
I see love.
Not when I see the meaningless flapping of extremities
on a stage---unthinking, without form---but the movement
of a real dancer. That is love's vision.
Can you recognize the art of dance?
Can you see the meaning of the movement
or are you intoxicated by the mask?
A dancer in his youth, becoming real art,
is a precious one born from dreams and heart.
This is one we must protect.
The dancer is a means to life. The dancer gives the
music of thought an image to see.
The dancer completes the love of the song.
Love is creator. Music is love's dialogue. Song is love's response
to itself, but the dance is love's spirit flowing into
the world.
The one who hears love's beat and becomes love's art,
this is the dancer...this is love's own child.
The artwork presented is 'The Dance Class' by Degas
