There is a space between heads in a well-behaved audience, and there is a space between the legs of a performer.

There is a space between an upstage flat and the sewage pipes swallowing waste up above.

We want to actively explore the unspoken, the suppressed--all of the organic impulses and unrealized spaces that are rarely considered or embraced.

We want to honor often disregarded, yet necessary connections.

We are not attempting to represent anything neatly.  We want to make a mess with everyone in the room.

We are not going to talk about or embody the mess neatly.  Our process and our package reflect the fact that we know nothing and we have no answers.

We are more interested in questions.

We want to have a visceral experience of all the things we can't touch or see.

We want out bodies to express what has been said over and over.

We are not dancers, but we can move like weasels.

We want language that has rhythm like internal organs and seasons.

We are obsessed with memory and dreams.

We are curious about and terribly afraid of beginnings and endings.  (Womb to tomb)

We think most things are funny.

We want to embrace the community created by the theatrical event.  (Aren't people coming together to be with other people after all?)

We want to socialize, interact, touch, be in small spaces, make messes and misbehave.

We want to actively explore the tension that lives between bodies of people.

We are interested in the space between audience and performer and the denial of impulse by both factions.

Our youth keeps us idealistic except when we think about things like debt and war and gas prices.

How often do we really think about our guts?

When there is an ailment?

We're lost and moving quickly.

We have planets behind our eyes and visions of different endings.

Or no endings.

The end?