This piece asked me to strip everything down. No performance of performance. Just the body telling the truth.
I remember thinking: if I try to be “good”, I will lose it revealing.
So I stayed with breath. With the ugly bits. With the tenderness. With the discipline.
This kind of theatre… it doesn’t let you hide behind cleverness.
It asks: Are you here? Are you honest?
And when I am… the work becomes prayer.
One day at a time.