I make dances with a rage and desire called utopia.
Within my process there lies the fantasy of erasing hierarchical power structures to allow the collective experience of the group to become the content of the work. For 5 years, from piece to piece, we wore the same navy blue workers' uniforms; affirming the continuity of the identity of the performers and building a sense of “history” within the body of work. We were the dancer as blue collar worker, performing the exhausting ritual of labor, the labor of the body.
I make work mostly in theater venues, but also in public spaces. I make work as a practice of growing, as one would grow a plant. A practice of growing, growing a body of work, growing a collective body with all the dancers, collaborators and participants as audience, and growing myself a new body; a utopian body; a sensational body, a connected body; an anarchic body, that is full/filled with pleasure; with love and with some kind of magic, mystery …………………………………with a brain that melted down to the skin, the flesh, the bones, the guts, and the crotch... and with eyes that see without naming and see without knowing.
My work actively addresses the audience’s gaze, revealing their role as voyeur and bringing them into the “narrative” as participating characters. There is an almost utopian desire to be transparent, to share and to be closer to or “touch” the audience.