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600 Highwaymen's "A Thousand Ways, Part 3: An Assembly" is one of 2022's most remarkable works of theater.
Sifting through that experience over time we keep finding ourselves holding out our hands, cupped, like we had caught a firefly. It's the gesture that says we too received a gift.
Let us, then, be the dreamers of the empty space between repetitions that sows fertile soil for difference and kinship.
Like a giant notebook portfolio or a crumpled map in the glove box of a borrowed car, the paper endures, holds the changes, shows the history of Sha and Sarah's togetherness" and our witness…
Rehearsing it felt like having conversations with a ghost. Jacob from 4 years ago still has something to say to Jacob now. Jacob will always be becoming Jacob.
Waves crashed on the sand and ambient beats wafted from the DJ tent. Rainbow flags marked a sacred circle on the beach: beyond the luxurious summer homes and expensive restaurants, a brave q…
For us, the dancers translate a shared archive into movement.
I hope Putin understands "Fuck War" in not only Russian, but Estonian, Latvian and Lithuanian as well.
maura re/members with george emilio sanchez's "In the Court of the Conquerer" & zavé martohardjono's "TERRITORY: the Island Remembers"
"...one dancer's hands on the foreheads of the other two, leading the paths of their movement; a dancer leaning on another who was kneeling on the floor, using them as an anchor, stability; …
Question everything. Laugh often. And be proud as peacocks, amoebas and hominids"you're alive, and it's June!
If performance is an intersection between the realness of live embodiment and the fantastical suspension of reality, then this is true performance.
I put my arms around the dry branches, sunk my face between the needles. I remembered holding you like this before you left. I remembered when we did this without thinking.
I'm interested in setting myself as big a challenge as I can when I'm writing, saying to myself, "How can I love you?"
What is the body if not your closest, most concrete tie to blood lineage? It's a mirror, a translation, a vessel for parallels and repetition across oceans and decades.
"I aim to be a balance between a healer, a dictator, and an anarchist" - Sophia Cleary
Paper. A tongue? A face? Hands, elbows, emerging body parts. Two bodies. Questions. Who are they to each other? Will they ever come out from behind the semi-translucent wall? Conceal and rev…
Some would argue that there is nothing wrong with money from those who have too much and using it to support yourself and your community" a creative Robin Hood of sorts. But is taking advant…
I don't think it's our job to banish the darkness. But I think it's our job to understand that the light locates us in this womb. It locates us in this infinite and ever expanding universe. …
I feel tension between practice and permission. I relish in the freedom and the challenge to make what I can make with the time and resources that I already have at my disposal.
SUPERSTITIONS inhabits a world that relies on the use of language, strangeness, incongruities that are made congruous at unexpected times throughout.
In PREPAREDNESS, a mandatory HR session threatens the survival of a college theater department.
Not a "solo show" but also not not a solo show
A catalyst, a deep breath together, a gathering.
Gassman is the real article, the authentic listener, who has heard in the city's woke and hip aspirations, its angry and tired lives, and its ever-evolving demography the real meaning of ord…
