I make live performances and creative experiences in order to flood the world with color. Making art is what makes being alive interesting. I work with myself and others. Only in collaboration do we build the muscles for the community-care and welfare-oriented world that I would like to build in my lifetime. I pursue this world by making work that repels audiences from that which they hold sacred and lures them towards wet earth and the wet earth inside us all. My work feels like wasabi cleansing the sinuses. My work feels like body-snatching: all of the sudden, the thing we thought we recognized is unfamiliar. My work has a rock-em-sock-em sense of humor. My work twists like thorny brambles covering a tower you thought would house a sleeping princess, but when you get through all you see is a group of rats playing poker.

I am inspired by homemade bread, ferns, mushrooms, cacti, folk bands, megaphones broadcasting protest songs, feats of physical acrobatics, poetry, humanity’s strange ability to continue, and our unbelievable capacity to be good to each other. I make art about justice, the cosmos, the absurdity of modern rituals, the complications of double truths, and the ridiculous inconveniences of being alive. My work takes the form of evening-length plays, short comedic pieces, physical performances, visual and sonic installations, and artistic events co-created with Philadelphia neighborhood stakeholders. Central to my work is the pursuit of pleasure for both audiences and makers because that simply is the only way to make this worth it.