Work in progress

Originally from Japan and dating back to the middle of the last century, this disturbing dance plunges into the cellars of our psyche, transporting the body to viscous and imprecise spaces in which to dance. Like a mother who fondly cradles her most undesirable children, the despised, the lost. There is no judgment for beauty, no rush for the unnameable to occupy a space. A dance that creates compositions without harmony, without lyrics, without hierarchy, but with truth.