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      <image:title>Home - jeremy de’jon guyton</image:title>
      <image:caption>An alchemist, dreamer, instigator, and new world conjurer moonlighting as a director, choreographer, multidisciplinary maker, scholar, and teaching artist. A first-generation Angeleno, I remember exploring the movement vocabularies of krump and jerk on elementary playgrounds. Upon graduation from high school, I studied theatre at Georgetown University. In 2012, I moved to New Orleans and returned to second-line footwork and bounce while working at the intersection of arts and advocacy as Youth Programs Director at Dancing Grounds. In May 2022, I received an MFA in Choreography and Performance at Florida State University. Credits include: Solange Knowles, Aluna, Edward Sharpe &amp; the Magnetic Zeroes, Claws (TNT), Jawole Willa Jo Zollar, Kesha McKey, Leyla McCallah and Kiyoko McCrae, Kristin Sudeikis, Maya Taylor, Chris Emile, KM Dance Project, Junebug Productions, B.U.K.U. Dance Krewe, and Goat in the Road Productions.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Collaborators: Chanice Holmes, cyan cian, innerversions (DJ Chinua), Joshua Eddington, Tara (Bobbi) Sylvester the cypher is sustained joy. the cypher is moving the body through space with purpose. the cypher is our memory of pain manifested in power. the cypher is always moving. the cypher is an open container for us, by us. the cypher is a conversation on self-love. the cypher is self-love. Photo Credit: Fernando Lopez (@sentir.con.ojos)</image:caption>
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      <image:title>bar room sessions - phase two: closet disco (2021)</image:title>
      <image:caption>When asked what I miss most about pre-pandemic living, my mind first travels to a crowded dance floor, as I slip and slide around other patrons, dripping in shea butter, sweat, and ecstasy. Collectively, we (re)vision afro//queer communal space as pulsating, sacred havens where blueprints for future worlds are perpetually sketched, rehearsed, performed, documented, and archived. So, I then wonder, as I near on a year of mostly isolation and solitude, what has become of my capacity to future? Where am I to slip and slide into unabashed bliss? In phase two, I engage in a sankofic line dance with DJs, disco, and a childhood closet, excavating tools and futuring strategies manifested throughout time in these dark, damp basements and illuminating their urgent, critical necessity as we presently shuffle together, in solitude, toward limitless possibilities.</image:caption>
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      <image:title>bar room sessions - phase three: belly of the wail (2022)</image:title>
      <image:caption>Collaborators: Caleb Buchanan - composer Malachi Middleton - filmmaker could’ve bit my tongue right off but I didn’t I guess im thankful cuz it coulda been worse went on and tripped on that damn metal staircase and the wiggle and jiggle wasn’t there no more it had flown right there to the back of my throat and disappeared I done swallowed my wiggle and my jiggle –</image:caption>
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      <image:title>notes on building a foundation, 1963 - phase one: cypher (2018)</image:title>
      <image:caption>Collaborators: Chanice Holmes, cyan cian, innerversions (DJ Chinua), Joshua Eddington, Tara (Bobbi) Sylvester the cypher is sustained joy. the cypher is moving the body through space with purpose. the cypher is our memory of pain manifested in power. the cypher is always moving. the cypher is an open container for us, by us. the cypher is a conversation on self-love. the cypher is self-love. Photo Credit: Fernando Lopez (@sentir.con.ojos)</image:caption>
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