Aszure Barton

I first saw Aszure Barton’s company at Jacob Pillow where she staged a dance that had one dancer biting another’s tongue for close to ten minutes. Droll. Painfully intimate. Brilliant. I had to meet her. It took a year of stalking Aszure, but finally she agreed to lunch. She never took off her sunglasses and we became great friends. I wanted to be a fly on the wall and she insisted I direct. I wanted to try shooting like the first dance I saw – and she made me the company photographer. I love Aszure. I love all the dancers. I was able to take pictures with them that were dreams – dreams I had in real time – dreams that came true.