The lead is a reflex action. It is learned consciously and then left “dormant” in our unconscious.
The lead and its response are spontaneous, much like the dialogue of two people who share a common system of codes: one of language, gazes, gestures or bodies (in the case of dance). Both people are submerged in Dionysian fashion in the same fountain, which is the music.
The home of art lies in the soul, far from conscious thought. In dance, as in all the arts, there is a technical know-how and a series of fundamental elements. These function at first by using the mind and a certain amount control, but later on they disappear when corporeal memory outs intellectual memory.
The dancer “is another.” When I surrender to my dance, it’s another person that’s dancing, with that person’s body, legs and know-how. “I am not conscious of what I’m doing.” When I see that dance objectively (video, mirror, etc.) I am “me.” Videos, mirrors and the like are elements of control. They act as a teacher, a sort of critical super-me, which, in small doses, can be very helpful. The rest is adventure, it’s allowing the soul to ride the wave of emotion, to play and let oneself be rhythmically seduced for a moment that is pure quantum rubber, glooppp…