Memories of Paul

We just finished a run-through of Promethean Fire for Paul. After we bowed, he gestured come here to me and I went up to his chair, and I bent down to hear him because he was sitting. He looked at me and he kissed me on the cheek and said, ‘That’s it.’ It was so tender.

A similar experience after a run  through of Esplanade just a few years ago. Or at the end of making Beloved Renegade, glancing over at Paul and seeing the pool of tears hovering over the edge of his eyes. Paul was a man of few words.  He didn't always tell you what he wanted, and, in fact, he mostly only told you what he didn't want.  However, there are a few moments like these that stand out in my career here. Knowing and feeling the affirmation of his dances danced well.

Again it was never to be expected, Paul seldom gave such validation, but this moment felt like a man that could sit back and enjoy watching his dances.