I Love - ballet. It's fluidity, it's illusion, it's technicalities, it's discipline and it's tradition. Putting on leotard and tights can change a body into someone who is dedicated, focused, and knows something. Ballet is hard work, but work with a goal. All art, to be fully realized, must come with some price, but it is worth it. Ballet is music visualized. When I dance, I can become the whistles of the flute, the tinklings of the piano and the cry of the violin.

I love - books. How they feel in my hands, the way the black text looks against white, the small of the ink, the feel of a page between my fingers. When I get a new stack of books from the library, I come home, go up to the privacy of my room and sit on my bed to dissect them, one by one. It is a very personal experience. I must find out the weight and color of the page, the size and style of the font, determine the thickness of the book, and caress it in my hands. Like a miser who delights in and guards his gold am I; please, please do not put any dents or creases in the crisp white page, and by all means DON'T spill anything on it. Blemishes on the page ruin the whole effect.

I love - light. It can change the whole feel of things, take you back in time, or bewitch you. Crisp, clean and white, golden-crème and organic, heavy & secretive before a storm, tinted green in the spring and pink during a sunset. Yes, light holds a special place in my heart.