“With Annie Wilson, you keep shaking your head because you don’t know how she can keep doing things that are just…so beyond what’s expected. She can vision so big, so deep, so far back, and so far forward.” - thinking dance

Performance is a place to practice survival. If the body is the locus of all earthly experience, performance is a place to put it under a microscope. Or telescope.

My dances are magic, animistic, pop-spectacle church services. I find epic poetry in banal moments. In my work, there are the rhythms of different realms of culture: postmodern dance, performance art, burlesque, standup comedy, church services, Dan Savage advice columns, viral videos, DJ remixes. I search for the ways those rhythms bounce off, morph into, manipulate, and illuminate the rhythms of my body: the rate of my breathing, the pace of my thoughts, the hormonal highs and lows of my menstrual cycle, and the glacial-yet-rapid aging of my body. The results are dances that sing with contrary values systems.

Cats! Love 'em, and their obliviousness to the passage of time. Humans are not so lucky. We see our doom cresting over the horizon. So what to do until then? I propose we remix dances, hug strangers, and wail together. Let's throw our belief and cynicism in the ring together and watch them fight (or hold hands).

Let's draft a new social contract. And pour glitter on it.