Between the festival, the (non-)competition and the reception of my own production on sunday, something switched in my mind. For so long I’ve been focused on becoming the best dancer I can, and was discouraged by the slowness of my progress. Now, I’m baack to thinking – as I did a long time ago – that dance is a means, not an end.
Oriental dance may be my chosen medium, but I’m an artist first and a belly dancer second.