Allow me to present
Dissonance
A Bespoke experience
the Man at the Threshold
An immersive erotic theater experience is yours to behold
I have worked tirelessly for many, many months to create my dark world and performance. Allow me to show you something you’ve never seen before. Join me in my gothic theater dance theater/dark boudoir.
Come.
I wonder, who will you become?
The Art of Becoming
An intimate, embodied exploration of desire, identity, freedom, responsibility, and becoming.
The Show
We begin with you
My work lives somewhere between erotic theater, ritual, conversation, and embodied philosophy.
Through visual art, conversation, music, poetry, movement and erotic connection, I learn what draws you, what unsettles you. I listen for the questions already alive in you.
From what is discovered, I shall select curated acts from a repertoire of original performance works which explore questions of desire, ego, freedom, restraint, mortality, responsibility, and intimacy. Each piece has its own title, image, poem, music and embodied state. Together, they form a temporary narrative that exists only for that encounter.
Some pieces are playful. Some are erotic. Some are beautiful. Some are uncomfortable. Some may mean something immediately; others may simply be felt or enjoyed. You are not required to understand the narrative. The work is designed to function first as experience, as art.
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I am a mirror
For some, I am a catalyst.
For others, I am a guide to the threshold.
But you may choose whether to cross, and who to become.
I don't create the threshold
I meet you there
Sample program card to be provided with each act
selected for your bespoke performance
Dance performed to Jóga by Björk
The Ritual
A curated evening, in 7 acts
ACT I. The Entrance: Crossing
ACT II. Erotic Art: LUIS ROYO
ACT III. Conversation and Show Curation
ACT IV. Self State Invocation
ACT V. THE SHOW
ACT VI. The Encounter
ACT VII. The Return
Behold the Threshold lies freedom
Take my hand, lets enter the dark…
Beyond the Threshold
(A Brief Biography in Words)
Beyond the threshold, it once haunted me.
A secret dark realm, yet never to be.
Pain — broke me.
Longing — betrayed me.
Darkness — released me.
At last, I rise.
I bow my head to night’s cool embrace.
For that which bound me is also my grace.
Beyond the Threshold
(A Brief Biography in Motion)