“Cannonball is no one person’s vision, but the collective fever dream of us all.”
The entire cast jockeys between individual and collective truths.
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.
The feminine edges of a masculine mind.
Two working-parent-artists premiere a collaboration years in the making.
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.