Isadora Duncan
Isadora Duncan
Angela Isadora Duncanwas an American dancer. Born in California, she lived in Western Europe and the Soviet Union from the age of 22 until her death at age 50. She performed to acclaim throughout Europe...
ProfessionChoreographer
Date of Birth27 May 1877
CitySan Francisco, CA
dream memories tangible
Memories are less tangible than dreams.
art dancer body
The noblest art is the nude. This truth is recognized by all, and followed by painters, sculptors and poets. Only the dancer has forgotten it, who should remember it, as the instrument of [the dance] art is the human body itself.
art levels emotion
To awaken human emotion is the highest level of art.
one-direction people purpose
Virtuous people are simply those who have not been tempted sufficiently, because they live in a vegetative state, or because their purposes are so concentrated in one direction that they have not had the leisure to glance around them.
music dance soul
The dancer's body is simply the luminous manifestation of the soul.
successful earth ideals
I see only the ideal. But no ideals have ever been fully successful on this earth.
art food america
America knows nothing of food, love, or art.
beauty love-is artist
The artist is the only lover; he alone has the pure vision of beauty, and love is the vision of the soul when it is permitted to gaze upon immortal beauty.
love peace children
So long as little children are allowed to suffer, there is no true love in this world.
dance art years
I have discovered the dance. I have discovered the art which has been lost for two thousand years
dance needs if-i-could
If I could explain, I wouldn't need to dance!
mind body example
I preach freedom of the mind through freedom of the body; women, for example - out of the prison of corsets.
dance real past
If we seek the real source of the dance, if we go to nature, we find that the dance of the future is the dance of the past, the dance of eternity, and has been and always will be the same... The movement of waves, of winds, of the earth is ever the same lasting harmony.
night perfect theatre
I had learned to have a perfect nausea for the theatre: the continual repetition of the same words and the same gestures, night after night, and the caprices, the way of looking at life, and the entire rigmarole disgusted me.