What if the systems in place aren’t designed for you to succeed? What if you say fuck it and keep plotting and making work despite the conditions? How does one make work when the institutions barely recognize your artform of circus, of aerial? How does one age and not expire? What does it mean to make work that refuses the question. What does it mean to refuse a gendered gaze? How does one combine visual art, circus, cabaret and contemporary dance and movement and not get dismissed?
Photos Andrew T. Foster NYC at The Slipper Room 9/22