Their stories are moving. Literally.
Blackness complicates; it can never be separated from the person or their work.
The entire cast jockeys between individual and collective truths.
PROTOTYPE helps us remember the pleasure in slowness, the vulnerability in trust, and the fearlessness in experimentation.
If soundwaves were visible, it would have looked like a tornado in there.
In "flooding is what they call it," a loud call compels us to reflect.
Their dance alters between roughhousing and romance.
While pleasant feelings surface, I am reminded of the façade of joy as a necessity to survival
A brutal truth is lodged in this fairytale’s retelling.
It’s a piece about the localized bioenergetic field that surrounds living beings, and the dancers play with this energy.