The rose of FIRE

Sarah and I worked intensely on ROSA for eight solid weeks, leading up to my move to Indianapolis. Since arriving, I have been doing my solo investigations for ROSA outside at Holliday Park, about 3 times per week. My son Grayson plays on the playground and I do my movement research near by. There is something to feeling so totally and utterly exposed. There I stand like the roses, who can not retreat. I feel the sun on my face, the grass between my toes, and gentle breezes that tickle the hairs on my arm. The breeze carries a whisper, "do not be afraid, for FIRE gives way to fertile ground."



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