as a teenager I painted and drew a lot. Especially in school. Somehow the teachers felt I would be better off being allowed to draw in any lesson. In some lessons I even was able to bring paints and brushes… and these were not art lessons.
I liked drawing ecstatic dancers… they were never entirely physical, solid bodies. Finding these pictures recently in my mother’s attic was exciting for me as they show a lot about my passion for the exploration of dance as an ecstatic expression. At the time of the creation of these images, -being a bored teenager in Grammar School- I wasn’t really aware, that these images were an expression for a yearning for something yet to come.