“Cannonball is no one person’s vision, but the collective fever dream of us all.”
Dance and theater from artists/daughters address their mothers’ dementia.
Adam brings his creative force to bear on his own experiences in Dead Muse.
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.
Where are we going and what if we can never return?