More and more, when I single out the person out who inspired me most, I go back to my grandfather.
If you live in the elite world of dance, you find yourself in a world rife with racism. Let's face it.
I am atheist in a very religious mould. I'm always asking myself the big questions. Where did we come from? Is there a meaning to all of this? When I find myself in church, I edit the hymns as I sing them.

