I, in the Eye
All I know of life is that it changes. These words, I have written but they can’t be written...
All I know of life is that it changes. These words, I have written but they can’t be written...
There are strange flowers growing in the garden of my mind. Insidious weeds, they are, but delicate: fresh, luminous...
It’s been a long time since I’ve written a blog, so let’s start with the spoilers: I’m still in...
No to being a Changemaker No to leading as Leader No to stigmatizing the normal No to being a...
In all my blogs thus far, I’ve focused almost exclusively on dance, which is partly because that’s obviously what...
Beginnings are easy to write. At that point it’s just impressions, first thoughts and ideas, things are different like...
Imagine you could make the world in your hands and all it took was a movement; but so precise...
Me being here raises eyebrows and turns heads. It’s strange to be here, strange to be onstage, strange to...
Before I came to Pakistan, I really had no idea what I was going to do. Of the four...
“Do you think you actually changed in Korea? Or just sharpened?” During the course of a lovely 2-day wellbeing...
The studio space for the Wahab Shah Dance Company is not very easy to find. I was called to...
Stories of an American dancer/choreographer spending 4–5 months in Lahore, Pakistan working to expand the nascent contemporary dance scene....
In South Korea, there are certain paths that everyone follows, or is expected to follow. From dating to business,...
The 88 year-old man doesn’t say much. He considers each sentence carefully, his jaw slowly working. His face is...
You do not know the words in my heart but I do, and I am not impressed. I never...
One of my first memories of performing was being a bon-bon in the Nutcracker, one of the little kids...
Quietly I have become. Softly, I have vanished and inside I am turning to dust. Golden in the sunshine,...