My art is me going off on a rant, and hoping that someone sees the problem I’m going off about and that they have feelings about it too.
The rant itself = social (problems + movement).
Movement because bodies deal with feelings, and I want people to come out feeling. Problems because I tell stories, and stories need conflict that invites possibilities, corrections, and connections.
So, I embody social problems with movement, and I try to make things both clear and nuanced at the same time.
Sometimes my rants have solutions. Sometimes they are just problems.
Regardless, I’m not interested in putting boundaries on their resolution –
These rants slip between genre to find their truest form. They find sanity in absurdity that anchors stories of grief. They reach clarity in critique that exposes how injustice lives in the space between body and mind.
What they all share, though, is that these problems demand that I respond at my embodied maximum. Creating with my volume turned all the way up, I am reminded that while my body is fragile, my art can be limitless.
There are endless ideas worth ranting about and endless problems to solve. In the safe space of a theater, I want to encourage us all to try. I want to give people something to rant about.