In this world, everyone’s name is Chad. All Chads are gay for all other Chads.
A narrative of narratives exists beyond each door
The simple act of undressing is imbued with more significance when it is performed with careful attention.
“What if, instead of putting kids in cages, we put kids on stages?”
Dancers blend like chameleons with the space, moving along the ground, against the wall, and between stage lights.
The dancers chart their ancestral matrilineal stories onto their bodies and into the grass.
Description is less necessary when the work is already beautifully narrated by the dancers themselves.
Dancers fill the stage, inviting me into their realm through silent narrative.
A short, bitter-sweet reminiscence on home and loss, thoughtfully presented.