
The Journey
Three men at Binghamton University couldn't find three women to join them for a free performance. So we invented a way to collaborate ourselves — and Second Hand Dance Company was born. No hierarchy. No director. Three equals creating work together. That same year, lighting designer Aaron Copp watched a rehearsal and said: "Your face is dancing." The phrase stuck.
Mark Russell at PS122 on the Lower East Side took a chance on us — first as part of a mixed show, then our own weekend. Reviews in the New York Times and Village Voice followed. I used those reviews to get our first agent. That same year: Lincoln Center. Our career was no longer local.
During a two-week street festival in southern Holland, I met a woman from a Danish performance company. We were both 26. We fell in love. We couldn't make it work — not yet. Life had other plans. But I never forgot her.
Our appearance on Shinshun Kakushigei Taikai in Tokyo turned us into celebrities in Japan. Suddenly, Japanese tourists would stop us on the street — anywhere in the world they spotted us. Television had reach I hadn't fully understood until then.
Our show "2nd Hand Dance" won the Critic's Choice Award at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival — one of the world's most prestigious theater platforms. International touring invitations multiplied overnight.
The New Victory Theater on Broadway opened doors we didn't know existed. Including one very specific door: The Late Show with David Letterman. Television audiences now numbered in the tens of millions. The "2 billion viewers" credential started here.
Second Hand Dance Company's final bow. Southbank Centre in London. Seoul Opera House. Israel Festival in Jerusalem. Just For Laughs in Montreal. Thousands of performances. Millions of viewers. And a methodology for non-hierarchical collaboration that I didn't fully appreciate yet.
A new chapter begins. "Walk-In Closet" — a dance, clown, mime theater piece featuring a clown, his love, and an alien. The company era was over, but the performance never stopped.
My first comedic monologue, performed at Montclair State College. Dance, storytelling, and autobiographical surrealism colliding. The one-man show format was taking shape.
Twenty-one years after that street festival in Holland, we found each other again. That fantastic woman from the Danish company. The one I never forgot. This time, we were ready.
My first full-evening solo show. "Deviate" blended standup, dance, storytelling, clowning, audience participation, and live stage competitions for money and prizes. The first of many. A new form taking shape.
I left New York and moved to Denmark. We married in Copenhagen. Some things are worth waiting two decades for. Isn't life a wild, magnificent animal of its own?!?!
Second one-man show. The solo form deepening. The punk-pirate identity emerging.
Interactive street theater on power stilts — created with the brilliant Kristian Dinesen. Clowning elevated, literally.
Third one-man show. Three decades of stage craft distilled into a single performer. The methodology was nearly ready to teach.
After 30+ years of people asking "How do you DO that?" — I decided it was time to answer. I began teaching camera presence to coaches and entrepreneurs worldwide. The exercises that made three performers collaborate at the highest level became the foundation. Aaron's phrase from 1987 became the name: The Art of Face Dancing.
Based in Denmark. Working globally. Teaching individuals to command presence on camera. Running collaborative workshops for corporate teams using the same methodology that powered 16 years of touring. And still performing — because some things you never stop doing.
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The same principles that filled
theaters can fill your videos with
presence that converts.
— The Core Belief
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