Perhaps this was something that happened to you once in your life. Perhaps one day, when you were young, you got lost in the forest and something happened to you. So in a way, you want to go back to that place to understand what happened to you.
What if we define values, principles, and methodologies, resisting the pressure to define outcomes? What if we focus on what drives us and on how we want to live and work together, but leave the imagination open to the concrete shapes our collaboration can take?
sharing rhythm creates a political question about who determines rhythm and when trio in unison, with the possibility of becoming either backup dancers or soloists open-ended and absurdist and nonsensical shame as part of gaze
We have to do better to offer arts programs in under-resourced schools. We have to do better to offer arts programs in communities of color. We have to do better in the future. But how are we doing better now?
A theatre foyer. Night. It is empty. The doors are locked. But if there were a woman there...
Dangling in mid-air like a thrust-out tongue, an oval-shaped rocky surface extends from the mouth of a cave to form a rough-hewn apron stage in the middle of a mountain.
It is the fantasy of a body discovering new relationships with itself. Silvia wants to be where there are no dimensions, neither internal nor external.
The extravagance of these small fragments and minor aesthetic details are not wasteful, but beautiful. Think trans girl with diminutive ambition, sufficient amuse-bouche, endless caress, depressive, but comfortable, reparative when she leaks a little, and juvenile with a crush.
Who is that woman in the first paragraph, so jaded and bored? Even when I have seen a show, I have not really seen it. And there is always more to see. I start reading.
A host of speculative playlets, skirting genres from fantasy to sci-fi, utopia to dystopia, alternative history to the end of history.