Philadelphia 02
The end of a ballet is like being still drunk when the party has ended and everyone has gone home. My head is still dizzy from the crackling fireworks, but they are just vivid impressions on the backs of my eyelids. No, that’s not exactly right. It’s more like the end of a relationship. My…
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Who am I? It’s not a question that I consider, because I have for some time associated it, the “I”, with personality. And personality, is an invention. We attribute so much of our selves to our details, quirks, beliefs, nationality, tastes…but really, all of these things are choices. They may feel so entrenched because we…
Read MoreMiami 01
A Kilopus is an Octopus with a Thousand Tentacles After Trey McIntyre Project had its final show at Jacob’s Pillow, the first step in the next two years of dismantling the kilopus, was a Penske van. We had rented one in Miami during the course of the tour and it absolutely had to be returned to…
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In my dream, I was always flying…though not flying exactly. The feeling of flying is not just up, it is propelling forward. Flying is falling and catching yourself. It is moving into the expanse of infinity and being both terrified by its endlessness and comforted by no eventual earth to smash into. In my dream…
Read MoreLos Angeles 08
The accumulation of things. I spent my day yesterday cleaning out a storage facility I’ve had in LA for a year now. Configuration and reconfiguration had started to become the way I saw these possessions…not in their arrangement in my home to make life more joyful, it was instead how to fit them best into…
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I caught myself daydreaming of resentment. An event from many years ago where I was so egregiously wronged and had to take it without recourse. I was right back in it with full feeling. Shocked even, to see how affected I was by it, truly as if it had just happened. And then to observe…
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