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  • Darkness, Repair

    On the week coming up to winter solstice last year I joined East Asian Ticket Club’s artist residency at Hawkwood College in Stroud, with a cohort of 10 other artists of East Asian and South East Asian heritage (ESEA). There was an invitation to rest, as well as exchange knowledge, and seed collaborations in the…

  • In today’s crises, is it important to actually “feel” what we are saying?

    This post has been hard to write. In social media, I have become immersed in media, signs, symbols, images and conversation about the urgency of change. The urgency to stop violence, as well as the urgency to stop hateful reactive language on all sides. My attention is grabbed by the Israeli-Palestine situation continuously. But all I…

  • Night-Time Rituals with my Ancestors

    At 3 am in the morning I cannot sleep. I get up, and dance with my ancestors. Then I write. The practice came during Covid lockdowns from a need to find resources to root me – to turn towards trusting my body, bring a deeper relationship with the space I breathe and live, to remember…

  • Dancing, on our own terms

    I love movement, and I love things that are pre-verbal.  I love art that touches you beyond words, that viscerally hits you.   I never really performed in many shows that were made with lots of words or using realistic acting approaches.   Once, though, I was in a dance-theatre show, with words and some…

  • A Love Story that never took off

    Sometimes, when I’m feeling lonely, I’ll put my headphones on and listen to a secret playlist of love songs; it will always make me smile! You know, those tunes that stay looping in your head – ‘ear worms’. Sometimes they stay in my head for weeks. Over the years, I’ve collected those songs – the…

  • dance class: space of harm or transformation?

    Dance classes at its worst can be harmful AND at best can be spaces of transformation photo: Jan-Ming Lee training in Axis Syllabus, Nomadic College, Puglia Dance has been my lifeline. In times of crises, I suspend cerebral thinking and literally dance it out. My imagination opens, from other places in my body other than…

  • Saaii Laaa! Homage to a Cantonese collective consciousness

    I’m letting the Cantonese side of me speak out more, after 20 years of English… I, as a British person, only spoke this language to my immigrant Hong Konger parents mostly at home, and on rare occasions I spoke it unconfidently, while reunited with my extended family in Hong Kong, still a British colony then.…

  • A podcast conversation on empathy and technology

    Recently I spoke with XR producer Harry Silverlock on his podcast about dance and technology. We spoke about underrepresented communities, and disembodiment amongst many things…  I relished the challenge to open up and speak out on this medium, because conversations on these topics are important; I also wanted to contribute my ideas and lived experience…

  • I fell in love with the sound of your floorboards

    Last Friday, I spent the day inhabiting dance-maker Amy Voris’ studio space. It was a beautiful and strange place tucked away in the side of Manchester city. It was part of ‘Accumulations’, a project Amy co-creates that welcomes ephemeral forms of art, and invites unpolished, uncertain and experimental processes. The floorboards sung out as soon…

  • Forest and Sea in my Body

    A week on from leaving the wildness – I walk through London, and the depth of forest is still inside my body, the open sands and the fresh sea are stretched through my bones, my fluids have an imprint of their rhythms, I navigate the city streets with its simple timing… I move through the…