Laughter at Being
Crushed
Solo performance, 30 minutes
The body doesn’t come with instructions
But it’s the only way in or out
The body is the portal
Keep breathing
Dance your father’s alcoholism
Dance your mother’s tears & shame
Dance fear and flowers,
Becoming, suffering, pain and love
You must dance there is no option
The body doesn’t come with instructions
And here you are in it
Press
“After preparing us for his ritual performance with the poems of a magi, Michael laid bare his intent for the collective.
In one miraculous moment, he scaled the wall effortlessly, vaulting himself up to a high loft to look at us incredulously.
At once, he was beast, and he came down to the floor again as gracefully as a cat. A collective breath released.
He finally embraced each and all, tenderly, an offering of authentic connection. We had touched something otherworldly.”
– Sara Zalek, Butoh Chicago
“A stunning performance….. raw, inquisitive and thought provoking.”
– UnShut Festival
