Over the past 10 years I have worked in aerial dance with a focus on addressing social and cultural issues in training, shows, classes, courses and workshops. I’ve been part of various social circus projects in central and south America, working in community outreach and as a translator for NOGs. I’ve traveled with circuses such as Circo de la Luna, Panamá Aérea, Casa Arcoiris, Momentum Collective and others. Through these experiences I have developed the ability to work collectively and individually, manage projects, get financing, and develop various pedagogical mechanisms for different populations. This process has allowed me to be in a state of constant learning, updating, and building ties between the art, and the communities with whom I work.
My passion for circus breathes when I can interact with people in communities and bring them the shows that I have the privilege to explore. To me, that's the same happiness that you experience harvesting extra tomatoes from the garden - knowing you can share more with the ones you love.
A lot of the circus I practice is social and political. The conversations that I have with the people fulfill me with hope and love. When I listen to what the kids learned and where they screamed, it gives me the answer. Circus is my medium to make this world a better place little by little, through a laugh and a frowned eyebrow.
I want to have the impact of doubt, of critical thinking, I want to make those who don’t use their privileges for a better world feel uncomfortable and I want to make those who have not eaten today laugh.
My art, aims to generate a space in which unique experiences occur and motivate exchange of ideas, mutual growth and permanent challenges:
Dancing in a wheelbarrow, doing butoh in corcovado national park (THE jungle in Costa Rica), climbing and enter the uncontrollable state of the body to let go, win a bungee competition with a performance, do silks on the bow of a cargo ship under construction and over bahama’s waters, sail with pirates who are also circus artists but don't know it yet, climb a ficus full of clay, bury your head so that the people think about where the hell they have theirs, normalize the absurd. They are just the beginning of an endless number of stories that my dance/art has visited. Movement therefore becomes the irreverence that saves me from the meaningless absurdity of bureaucracy. Dance is one of the many ferments that start and sustain life, movement becomes a matter of life or death
