Christiana White

…ese two worlds, and it really depends on how we shape those technologies to regulation,” Chin says. In American mythology, cars are instruments of freedom, but without the right policy interventions — say, a steep carbon tax and dynamic congestion pricing, with the proceeds of both going toward funding green infrastructure — they become rolling prisons.

…s a major reason Americans consume twice as much energy as Western Europeans on a per-capita basis. Pack all 300 million Americans into high-rises and subway cars and suddenly, meeting the Paris accord targets is no challenge at all. There’s also a substantial body of scholarship around the idea that proximity breeds prosperity. Ph…

Seeing — really seeing — and sharing my art can be the path to being vulnerable with others and, in time, with myself. My whole self.

Thankfully, I’ve begun to uncover what my art has been trying to tell me all along: the only thing with the power to overcome shame is vulnerability.

If I wasn’t so scared all the time.

I wonder what I could have made.

…d again I was destroyed and rebuilt when I saw Jiří Kylián’s Petite Mort. Crystal Pite’s Emergence. In those moments, it was like having the door to Plato’s cave flung open and realizing exactly how wide and weird the world can be. Running out into the sunlight after a life crouched in shadows.

…et Dance Chicago and you’ll forgive me some poetic liberty when I say that it filled me with light. The power, the joy and the mystery of the experience made me want to crawl out of my skin because I knew my spirit was too large to be contained by the standard allotment of body parts.

The huge glass display windows frost over with spiderweb cracks and implode before there’s any sound or measured reaction. Then comes the fire and boom. The broken glass tinkles to the floor and everyone is so scared and c…

…ip around the fountain that spurts water in symmetrical arcs around Poseidon’s oxidized green eyes. Pollen swirls and shuffles along the gutters of the city streets, lying in wait for unsuspecting pedestrians en route to the open air market, which is alive with the smell of seafood. Fruit vendors peel the rinds off mandarins and offer samples to wandering passersby, shouting barga…