I wonder about the ways that our bodies clue us into selves and identities, perhaps even before we’re aware of them.
Solo storytellers must boldly jump off their high dives and fall into their public swimming pools.
The critic or artist who wants to be trusted must be willing to be vulnerable and flawed; she must be willing to be wrong. She must be willing to risk. And it is no less terrifying for the critic to reveal herself than the dancer, choreographer, actor, artist, or musician.
Its in-betweenness, like the liminal space of “not me…not not me,” grants us the ability to be in two places at once.
JOURNALS FROM THE DEAD: A week inside the process of Heather Christian’s Animal Wisdom as told by musician / actor / filmmaker, Maya Sharpe
Animal metaphors are used to inspire and describe the texture of the words and atmosphere.
The moment it becomes legible, it becomes something else.
These works imagined utopias that challenge our assumptions about the limits of what we accept as reality.
She mourns and then she is fully present, looking right through you, dancing with abandon.
This is that Marco Polo shit, I realized. This city, we’ve inherited it. We’re in it. And I didn’t think anybody else besides Sam would care with the fervor that I did.
Dancing with Ghosts: Trajal Harrell’s Becoming/Chanelling/Voguing Kazuo Ohno/Tatsumi Hijikata/Antonia Merce
A new way of being, a new world emerges, one of infinite possibility, as the current one is upended.
When one goes to the beach, does one lie on the sand and watch the water? Or does one wade in until they can barely reach the bottom?
Someday, if the Earth survives this oligarchy’s drive to suck the life out of her and us, historians, archivists, and survivors will share stories of the work being made in “this era.” 1 Panel & 2 shows.