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Gratitude

Thank you!


To all my dance teachers in the Sydney swing scene! Thanks for sharing your passion for dancing, building an inclusive community.

To international dancers and musicians who started me down the fascinating road of jazz and blues history and origin: Sam Carroll, Adamo, Dan Nash, Brenda Russell, Katherine Sivenig, Catherine Palmier.

To mi amiga Janine Israel who got me into Blues, the gateway drug to my other partner styles Lindy Hop, and Brazilian Forro. And also thanks to Eamonn for getting me into Contact Improv. Also to my friends Johnny Daly, Alex Wood, Nick Toth for sharing your passion for black music with me and bringing the culture to my hometowns of Dublin and Sydney.

To my parents – much love and gratitude for supporting my passions growing up, opening my mind to the world. Art lessons, books, travel, weekly trips to riding stables etc... I still find a use for almost everything I've learned – even Latin came in handy in Italy!

To friends and strangers who share my dance odyssey: hosting me, feeding me, showing me around new places, and of course, dancing with me!

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