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
beautiful dance art
To express what is the most moral, healthful and beautiful in art this is the mission of the dancer, and to this I dedicate my life.
beautiful dance art
It is the mission of all art to express the highest and most beautiful ideals of man.
beautiful dance art
It has taken me years of struggle, hard work and research to learn to make one simple gesture, and I know enough about the art of writing to realize that it would take as many years of concentrated effort to write one simple, beautiful sentence.
beautiful children giving
I wonder how many parents realize that by the so-called education they are giving their children, they are only driving them into the commonplace, and depriving them of any chance of doing anything beautiful or original.
beautiful dance children
Let us first teach little children to breathe, to vibrate, to feel, and to become one with the general harmony and movement of nature. Let us first produce a beautiful human being, a dancing child.
american-dancer people
People do not live nowadays. They get about 10% out of life.
ideas words
ideas and words that do not make any sense.
diversity unity movement
I finally discovered the source of all movement, the unity from which all diversities of movement are born.
trends might united-states
One might say that the American trend of education is to reduce the senses almost to nil.
girl memories children
I hope that schools have changed since I was a little girl. My memory of the teaching of the public schools is that it showed the brutal incomprehension of children.
writing men great-work
Any woman or man who would write the truth of their lives would write a great work. But no one has dared to write the truth of their lives.
art flower agony
No flower of art ever fully blossomed save it was nourished by tears of agony.
gestures
All my life I have struggled to make one authentic gesture....
farewell glory my-friends
Farewell my friends, I go to glory.