The body says what words cannot.
Martha GrahamRead
Think of the magic of that foot, comparatively small, upon which your whole weight rests. It's a miracle, and the dance is a celebration of that miracle.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the beauty and significance of the human foot in dance, celebrating both its functionality and the artistry it brings.
Martha Graham highlights the often-overlooked wonder of the human foot, which, despite being a small part of the body, supports our entire weight and enables movement. The act of dancing is portrayed as a joyous celebration of this miraculous ability, where every step becomes a tribute to the capabilities of our bodies.
In practice
Using this quote during a dance recital to inspire performers.
The body says what words cannot.
Nobody cares if you can't dance well.
Movement never lies. It is a barometer telling the state of the soul's weather to all who can read it.
What people in the world think of you is really none of your business.
No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a strange, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.
The body is your instrument in dance, but your art is outside that creature, the body.
Art isn't only a painting. Art is anything that's creative, passionate, and personal. And great art resonates with the viewer, not only with the creator.
The romance of movies is not just in those stories and those people on the screen but in the adolescent dream of meeting others who feel as you do about what youβve seen.
I'd rather hold one note for an hour and modulate it so that it means something than play 3,000 notes in 15 seconds.
He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.
Once a novel gets going and I know it is viable, I don't then worry about plot or themes. These things will come in almost automatically because the characters are now pulling the story.
For the photograph's immobility is somehow the result of a perverse confusion between two concepts: the Real and the Live: by attesting that the object has been real, the photograph surreptitiously induces belief that it is alive, because of that delusion which makes us attribute to Reality an absolute superior, somehow eternal value; but by shifting this reality to the past ("this-has-been"), the photograph suggests that it is already dead.
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