“Peter never stuttered when he was on stage.”
by Caitlin Hamilton Summie
When Coates attended an exhibition that included these later Pelton paintings, she was awestruck–and she knew immediately that she wanted to write about Pelton.
by Anjali Mitter Duva
In front of him was a lithe and graceful dancer, not the tired, bony old man he saw at home, whose presence lately suffused the air with tension. The gods had made Bapu a dancer; not even Mahendra could deny that.