I am learning that opposite things can exist at once. Desires, answers, actions. My understanding of the body is one of those things: it is perfect, it is messy.

My work seeks to explore how the messy, perfect body interacts with the world. And how that world attacks it, feeds on it, adores it. How do humans claim autonomy on their body when the body is inherently political? This question is something I tripped into. After writing three full-length plays, I noticed how body was central to each one of them. In littlespace, or the daddy play the protagonist demands a doctor take her pain seriously; in Regular an addict tries to assimilate (or disappear) in a new town; in The Iconoclasts a young artist struggles to gain control of her hands.

It takes courage to have a body. I write plays about people trying to live that courage and harness their bodily power in a society that tries to squelch it.

Also, there’s music. There’s lots of music.