The newness from traveling alone is magic. I’m never inspired like that. Everything vibrates with discovery. Head to toe. It smells differently. Literally, when I’d walk to the bus stop in Brisbane each day, I passed a series of three trees/vines/bushes, each with its own specific smell. Each one was impossible to ignore. One was…

Nothing reminds me more that I am a pile of meat hurtling through space than to visit a foreign country, especially for a vacation. If I travel for a job, which is often, there are familiar touchstones to what has aided in building the invention of my existence. A dance studio and what happens in…

I had a few extra days before I had to be in San Francisco for the premiere of my new work for Smuin Ballet, so I decided to make it a road trip from Austin to SF. My poor little dog has been suffering too much home alone with two working dad’s, so the trip…

Hong Kong is a gentle assault on the eyes. Lines criss crossing into a log-jam of pick-up-sticks. Each corner calls out for your attention in pulsating chases of rainbow color, stacked into every free crevasse, every inch of real estate maximized because of its rareness. The cumulative effect is a solid. Like an Aurora Borealis…