There’s always a strange silence when a contract ends. No call sheets. No deadlines. No research. No tense collaborative conversations. Nothing. Just silence. Now what?

January 2021 was supposed to be my graduation month. A day where I would walk across the stage and... shake hands with the chancellor and

The morning after (my submission), thankfully, a sense of gratitude began to arise. Still, it was intermixed with profound confusion.

A blog seeking questions around artistic development growth and networks.

IETM-Porto reflections written from the gaze of a bilingual, female, multifaceted artist and choreographer.