My dance experience begins in the humid, sticky-sweet world of Miami, where movement was part of everyday life. I learned to dance among friends and family—merengue, salsa, bachata, cumbia, dancehall, soca—shaking my ass in kitchens, garages, and backyards wherever music could be heard. In secret, I danced for myself, recording choreographies from music videos and discovering the hidden, electric world of queer nightlife, which would later shape my career as a dancer. In graduate school, I studied dance as visual art—creating installations, durational performances, and concert pieces in white-wall galleries—blurring the line between audience and performer, and challenging what a dancer “should look like” to carve a path all my own.
Dance Installation
