Creation as a Catalyst.

Discovering Passion.

Passion lies in the abstraction, an unknown far from reach, a place my feet have yet to fully discover. Ever changing and capricious, passion becomes what you will it to be. It can be a zephyr that obscures my path with leaves, fragments of who I’d overcome. Or, passion can be a guide, a marker of the direction I’m supposed to embark. I shall not acquiesce on my pilgrimage. Rather, I shall push forth, through leaves trodden by steps with infinite potential.

Discovering Inspiration.

Inspiration all begins with a single step. A single step that becomes a summation of steps, a culmination of where I’ve arrived from. No singular step meant to define the previous or the next, and only serves as the individual vestige of my journey. A journey laid only by myself, requisite of nothing aside from my own feet, my own story. I think of my life as a creator as a summation of steps, a culmination of where I hope to arrive.

Photographed by Hayden Hubner

Photography.

Food.

Dance.

Dance Films and Works

Sample of works done with both Directors and Composers across the world, from my time at Emory University, and solo creations within the confines of his apartment.

Poems.

Acquiescing, his eyes gave way
To a saccharine poison the smile veiled
And I happily bathed beneath.
The soul seeks absolution
A nihility devoid of requiem
Of times reaching to a bliss
That refracts through a corporeal lens.
An arbitrary existence
Amongst a sea of complexity
Suspended in monotonous perpetuity
Chained by predisposed circumstances
And starved of identity…
SHATTER AND DEVOUR.
Last week, I dreamt of your journey.
You traveled to a place on air-lined soles,
Embracing its cold in an escape from the warmth.
Last night, I dreamt that you departed.
Leaving behind your memories and smiles in words,
Seemingly distant reverberations on fragile, stained glass.
Your memories escaping through cracks,
Desperately strewn together by tears.
Tonight, I dream that you lived
Your smile breathing warmth into the boreal of life,
An aurora that shines no more without you.
It is for that, I peacefully acquiesce to this pilgrimage.
For tomorrow, I dream that I’ll join you.
Into your journey to Niflheim,
Your dream of death.
They danced like sticks upon the pyre,
Shedding layers beneath its magnanimous gaze,
Leaving not an ember of self,
Whilst they were torn asunder by the flame.