​Britt Ford Dance Artist

If I were to have an alter ego her name would be Mesopotamia. She would be fearless, magical and made of lava. She would slowly ooze wherever she travels and everything she touched would melt into a warmer, more delicious version of its self. She would be methodical and though she could not speak she would have a deep love for words; they would sink into her vast body and inform her existence. She would be fueled by the beauty around her, the destruction that occurs in her wake, and the desire to be everywhere at once. Sometimes, she would summon all the heat from the earth below her and explode, flinging little bits of herself in every direction.

 

If I were to have an ego her name would be Britt Ford. She would be simultaneously in love with the limitations presented by her humanness, by her human body, and absolutely enamored with the possibilities of magic, and the vastness of universe. She would not be fond of speaking, but fascinated by the way language functions; the way we define words by saying what they are not, the way that language exists in binary opposites: good/bad, beautiful/ugly. And the way we use language to deconstruct, confuse and muddle these binary opposites. The slash, the slippery meaning between opposites would be a point of obsession in both writing and dancing. This slash would be representative of a question mark, a coma, and an ellipsis. The question of how you embody two extremes and as well as the coma, the coma is representative of the breath, the breadth of possibility between these extremes, and the ellipses referring to the lack of a definitive end. This young woman would not be interested in hard answers, but rather the truth nestled in our bones. This creature is interested in lava and water, honesty and lies, words and bodies, and all the punctuation in between.