A sudden yes, a Buddhist retreat in Ireland, and a vision that arrived mid-meditation: a circus director trying to tame wild emotions. This is how "Circus of Emotions" began.

A flyer in the mail led me to Lecoq, then to London — and to a strange discovery: real life was where I felt forced to perform, and physical theatre was where I could finally become myself.

At 19, I froze on a stage in Vienna and swore off improvisation forever. It took a rejection, a heartbreak, and a teacher who introduced me to Grotowski to prove myself wrong.

Some people think you'd have to be a little mad — or medicated — to dance the way I do. Here's what's actually happening underneath the "madness": choices, craft, and thirty years of training you just can't see.

A dance video, a handful of nasty comments, and an unexpected thank-you. On turning 30 years of movement, instinct, and improvisation into permission — for myself, and maybe for you too.