Like many who find their way to the arts and decide to stay for the long haul, I have often felt I exist on the fringes, in the gray area. I hold identities that intersect within me in ways that cannot be parsed - the intersection of my tata’s pernil, passed down in chisme, aromas, and pinches of sazón, with my dad’s meatloaf, tasting of Sunday night and ketchup. As a result, my work energetically lives at the intersection of these identities, specifically within the LGBTQIA+ and latiné canons of resilience, and increasingly, looking at how I am defined by my generation and the power of nostalgia. I tell stories that find wit, magic, and hope in our darkest moments, that celebrate our shared humanity even in the face of fear and erasure. I uplift laughter because I believe joy is a revolutionary, and often sneaky, way of offering an alternate point of view.

I understand what the theatre is capable of; I know we don’t always succeed but I want to be in the game, trying. I want to tell daring stories that trust audiences enough to challenge them. I hope to never stop engaging and creating with curiosity and humility.