Life is a dance, a dance of cells and tissues,
of chance and love, of jungles and harmony.
The universe was created by a dancing god.
An enraged god who had lost his lover
and who finally turned his grief and fury into a creative forcewhen he started to dance a dance with no beginning and no end.
Man knows that and to express his gratitude towards existence
he performs a dance, the most prodigious ritual of beauty
that the body can engage in.
Drawing the dance of life is a gift.
It means access to a sacred space
and to the joy set in motion by the dancing living body.
And sometimes, by some unknown miracle,
also the hand starts dancing on the paper
at the tune of the same joyful gratefulness.
And the dance goes on.