Young articulate hands expressing solitude and rejection. Hands that truly believe in the self and in the artist. A pair of hands that at moments equal angels.
10 long fingers that have artistic autonomy to think and create.
Young used hands that stop me from walking down London to wonder about the circumstances I find myself in. Hands have never been so significant.
The exercise of not using the spoken word to deliver a thought allowed my hands to flourish an idea. The latter as repercussions in the body that allow the choreography to immerse in the theatre space.