Dancing as a dialogue.
Between black and white. Between body and mind. Between the dancer and the costume. Between the dancer and its reflection. Most of all, an opportunity to let the body speak. Without words.
Not a portfolio, not an occasional image. Rather, a short story. The story of one dancer who at the age of 17, a shy girl who disliked her body (and how many girls at this age love their looks?) met a dance teacher. A belly dancing teacher who changed her world.
Now, years later, she is teaching women of all ages to free their bodies, love them, love themselves.
Short stories. I like the idea of 'writing' short visual stories. Let's see where this will lead ...