Ruminating on the depth and color of human and creatures' experience.
What pulls on my heart is that they have something to say: How does one nurture commitment over time?
If a voice inside your head told you to follow someone, would you?
Poppies remain dormant for years before bursting into red glory, as do revolutions.
The Rockies began as a slapdash celebration, with the dance and movement community drinking together, celebrating, and laughi
The bastard: an urge to fall down, a depressive thought that won’t flush away, the bobbing reminder of personal failure.
The opening salvo of a series of performances accompanying the installation—each of them at night, with a rotating cast prese
Lovertits wasn’t about the bodies at all. But it was the bodies.
How do you reclaim something that, while rightfully yours, has always been used against your autonomy?
They are at a burlesque show called Lovertits. I am at an experimental dance-theater performance that critiques the male gaze called Lovertits.