I’m in the booth at the Triple Door, looking down on pools of light that i’m using to paint the stage. New York City told me to be a stagehand, not a dancer. Seattle tells me that I make a better dancer than a stagehand. Toe-hangs from a truss, wrench in one hand, gel frame in the other? Anything to feed my addiction to heights, to get above the crowd….
February 17, 2010