At one of the first rehearsals for Aszure's spring '08 workshop, Aszure asked me if I was ready to direct. I was not. Felt like I didn't know enough to choreograph the choreographer. To get ready, I spent photographed afternoons at Baryshnikov's space on West 37th St photographing the rehearsals. Some days I shot everything out of focus, which showed the movement so much better than sharp pictures. One day I only shot hands. Finally on a day I had a photo studio rented near by, we all met and created this piece. All improv. All fun. I was ready to take charge - if only to release the company to play. It became a game trying to keep Aszure (in the red shirt) from getting to the right hand side of the frame.