A month ago, a dear friend of mine's younger brother was murdered. He was 22. He was African American. I am not, but I believe I have a responsibility to speak out against this senseless violence. I have been thinking about fear of black bodies. This dance is a meditation on privilege, inequity, melancholy, anger, hope, pleasure, indifference and fear of being alive in this time. It is a requiem for the fallen ones.

-kate watson-wallace