After eighteen years of passion and intensity, a life of practice and priority, things changed. My love for dance faded and over time, the technique, routines and choreography evolved into vague memories and acts of beauty. Eighteen years later, the traces of movement and projection of memory fulfill the same physicality that I once danced every day. Although always beautiful and always expressive, my journey through dance has now become a trace of memory. My work is evidence of this: the before and the after, as well as the connection and distance between art as a physical form and art as an expression. This is my dance, eighteen years later…