James Abbot McNeill Whistler (1894-1903)
A Dancing woman in a Pink robe, seen from the back
Dance till the stars come down from the rafters
Dance, Dance, Dance till you drop.
“I love to dance, it does not matter if it is a Tango, a Foxtrot, a Samba or a Jive, just like to move my body on the rhythm of music…I just can not sit still. Other people get their kick out of shopping, playing Foxy Bingo, or singing. But as for me, dancing is my thing. The dance floor has always been my comfort zone.
Dancing is a natural movement of the body and has always been popular! Personally I love the music of the roaring twenties, the swinging age…in music, dances, dresses and names like Heavenly Sugar and Shining Pearl.
“From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation. And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?”