Liminal Praxis is a performance based project. On this site is archival material from performances beginning in 2001 and running through 2021.

These performances touch on themes between esoteric & erotic, head spaces & somatic impressions, lived experience & multiple theoretical frameworks.

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My Latex Client

My Latex Client

My Latex Client The Hotel on Rivington used to be a sexy place to go, but it has been a few years and it has since receded into the cement, brick and blue glass Tetris shapes of the old and new Lower East Side. There was a year I worked exclusively out of that hotel,...

In the Beginning

In the Beginning

 In the Beginning January 10th, 2005 I am ready to begin from the end as I have already ended at the beginning. I am nineteen-years-old, but I tell people that I am eighteen because the younger you are in New York, the more people seem to let you get away with. It has...

Ritual

Ritual

Ritual From the moment I step off the flight at Denpasar, I step into magic. The floral aroma of frangipani immerses me, and time begins to slow down. I follow in tow, taking one careful step in front of the other, inching my way into the rising sun greeting me...

Marked Bodies

Marked Bodies

Marked Bodies Every time I close my eyes to descend down into my shaman’s hole, I see that tree in the back yard with its gnarled roots protruding from the dirt and the soil. I remember the climb, and I remember the crash down. The first time I fall is an accident,...

Old Longings

Old Longings

Old Longings   “Old longings nomadic leap, chafing at custom’s chain, again from its brutal sleep Wakens the feral strain” Jack London, Call of the Wild The thing about leather is it becomes protective for a human only after the animal is dead. There is an...

Top C*nt

Top C*nt

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Dungeon As Heterotopia

Dungeon As Heterotopia

Dungeon As Heterotopia Our theater set is a covert basement in a mid-town high-rise. From the street, nothing, another awning with another number on another street. Its anonymity boasts its appeal. At the end of the winding staircase, hundreds, no thousands, perhaps...

Seizure

Seizure

Seizure Pain came and stole my body from me in the middle of the night. In middle of many nights before, she’d been plotting to chip away one piece at a time. Pain was a woman who worked her way through cursory paths, finding pin sized holes of weakness, pockets of...

Upstate

Upstate

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Domination & Feminism

Domination & Feminism

Domination & Feminism An Italian art student recently asked for an interview about the art and nature of Female Dominance. The following is a transcription of our exchange. Q. Who is dominatrix according to you in narrow and wide terms? A dominatrix is a woman who...

The Other Man

The Other Man

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Rubber Barriers

Rubber Barriers

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Bird On A Wire

Bird On A Wire

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Coprophilia

Coprophilia

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CBT

CBT

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Meandering Lines

Meandering Lines

Meandering Lines I am walking through Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Two Hassidic women announce their presence with enlivened conversation behind me, in my blindspot. I hear them but cannot see them yet. In a few minutes, they will have walked past me, especially if I slow...

Shkola

Shkola

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Working Dessous

Working Dessous

Working Dessous Negligee. Garter. Thong. Brassiere. Bloomers. Corset. Stockings. Dessous. Panties. Underwear… So many names for such charged, little objects. What is the function of lingerie? In my first day at the dungeon, I was unequivocally commanded with what I...

Reflections

Reflections

Reflections I open the window to greet a winter morning. I cannot yet feel the chill in the air but across the street I see a tiny person, swaddled in a down purple jumpsuit moving her short legs down the sidewalk. Only her white face is exposed to the cold. A mother...

On F*cking

On F*cking

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