Category Archives: the performer

something old, somehow new

Raving in Wind (1996)

I came across this and wanted to share it.  The music is acommissioned score by the brilliant Ingram Marshall, and the video by the extraordinary Ellen Sebring.  I developed this 23 years ago during a residency at Yaddo, inspired by traveling to the Galapagos and seeing the waved albatrosses, and by the extraordinary avian drawings of Leonard Baskin. The title is from a poem by Ann Lauterbach.





Summer Wassaic Festival

Wasaic_2018_Dance-9532Paula Josa-Jones in Calliope, from the 2018 festival


The 2019 Summer Festival at the Wassaic Project happens this Saturday.

At 5 pm I will be performing Garçon to the music of Hugues Le Bars.

Please join us!!!


Saturday, August 3rd, 2019
12:00 PM to Late

Luther Barn Field
17 Furnace Bank Road
Wassaic, NY 12592


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I have just finished making Rabbit Hole,  a new solo for the exquisite Lorraine Chapman. She will perform it later this month at Plymouth State University in New Hampshire.

Lorraine is a master performer with an impressive resume and some serious ballet chops. She told me that she has wanted to work with me for twenty years.  I am deeply honored.

Making this dance was not easy. I ask that dancers leap into the turbulent, wild waters of the unknown, the mythic, the mystical.  That they give themselves over to the moment.  That they let go of what they know and step into the dark.

Lorraine was up for that challenge and what she has done with this work is dazzling. Watch for it!!!







outside the box

DSC03763Photo:  Pam White

Spent the afternoon in Boston yesterday, performing at the Outside the Box Festival. It was very, very hot – 95 degrees.  However, I was a “roving” performer, so I could choose my moments, choose my time and place.  There was something wonderful and rigorous about being a part of this flow of people, discovering more about relationship, audience and the ephemeral, fleeting performative moment.

I found myself bowing, often to young black men and women. I have felt devastated by the happenings in Baton Rouge, St. Paul, Dallas, and the long list of other beings and cities. I feel helpless, disconnected, even though my son in law is black and my granddaughter a beautiful blend of Nepali and African American.  Perhaps the anonymous, concealed envelope of The Traveler allowed me to cross a bridge, even momentarily.

I want to connect, communicate. I want to say that your lives matter to me in a very personal and immediate way.  It is not abstract.  I want each and every one of us to have limitless opportunity, a deep sense of safety and nurturance, and the boundless ability to pursue happiness.

Bowing was a way of saying “Hello. I see you.”  It is not enough, but it is a beginning.