http://www.brookeborg.com/performance daily 0.75 2018-01-10 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56c20e17f699bbc849dc42b1/1455991997832-OKOIRO9LDD8Z5JQ5LF5A/2_FloorShotBKAIRJune6.jpg Performance - Bellydance performance celebrates physical strength and intuitive emotion. At an early age I gravitated toward performing arts. At 9, a ballet instructor told me that my changing body would prevent me from ever excelling at ballet. I channelled my energy into musical theatre and modern dance, but found my true dance calling at Bard College, when my dear friend Allegra (Three Sisters Bellydance of San Francisco) taught me Tribal Bellydance, and opened up her troupe of real sisters to me (as the only redhead among three brunettes who looked exactly alike, we called ourselves "Three Sisters... and a cousin" whenever I performed with them). I found something that connected the dots among my interests: performance, technique, humor, and (female) community. I learned that Bellydance was created for women and by women to strengthen the female body, and celebrates every female form- seduction is a only bi-product. The dance engages audience and fellow dancers through isolated movements, deliberate facial expressions and interactive sound. Email brooke.borg@gmail.com for booking performances or classes. Above: "Poseidon's Children" at Brooklyn AirSpace, Williamsburg 2015. Photograph by Sam Polcer. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56c20e17f699bbc849dc42b1/1455993238235-WFEKYBEKPWFEW4KZ3IP0/75.jpg Performance - Under The Influence: Love Addiction During our brief and highly dysfunctional relationship, I kept a journal of our conversations. I had been verbally, emotionally and physically mistreated, but was too addicted to him to recognize it clearly and extricate myself. The writing helped me clarify. When it inevitably ended, I invited two individuals from opposite ends of my social spectrum to bear witness to my break: a close friend, and a Beautiful Stranger. The close friend filmed me while I transcribed our conversations from the journal to large pieces of paper. I drank from wine bottles labeled "Love Addict" and "Love Avoidant". After I was sufficiently affected by the content of the conversations and the wine, I invited a stranger that I had met in passing to read the conversations. I offered him wine, hospitality, my intimate information, and finally, when he was done, he could kiss me. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56c20e17f699bbc849dc42b1/1455992830120-G6GWYS36OCJK34VY70TB/11536484_10153014485958087_2782014158070368863_o.jpg Performance http://www.brookeborg.com/work-forte daily 1.0 2025-05-12 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56c20e17f699bbc849dc42b1/1456087603791-6565X1E9XE8G26MJ93OT/3BCN_Full.JPG Projects - S/he said, s/he said, I wish they said An interactive text mural carried out in three different cities (and two countries) thus far. Passersby are encouraged to finish the sentences anonymously, according to their experiences and desires, as many times as they need or wish to, in their own handwriting. When it is filled, the piece is a collection of a specific set of people's experiences and unique handwriting.   https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56c20e17f699bbc849dc42b1/1455988848433-ERSW40SQLTT2IBDPJD4N/d_AreYouDone.jpg Projects - A Repertoire of Hypothetical Agreements Domestic spaces, fragments of dialogue, portraits of relationships with the figures absent. Fill in the blanks with your own narrative. "Are you done?" "Fine.", pencil on paper, 2015.   https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56c20e17f699bbc849dc42b1/1511805615464-QJ8HVKZKUR8DTZ58X9BQ/1_FullGorgeous.JPG Projects In January 2016 I held a brief artist residency at Experimentem amb l'Art in Barcelona. My studio was made available temporarily when the current resident artist took a sudden leave of absence. However grateful as I was to have the studio, I found myself unable to create, spending each day sketching little, completing nothing. Midway through my residency, it was announced that the studio resident died the day that I received my keys. I realized why I could not create in her space: She was not done with it. I decided to write to her, nine letters for every day that I would occupy her studio, the nine days after her death. One of these letters consisted solely of the alphabet, written nine times, so that she may respond to each of my letters with her own. I left the installation in the studio with the door unlocked when I returned my keys. Residents paid their respects. I donated the piece to her family, as it was a collaboration and in my mind, rightfully theirs. https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56c20e17f699bbc849dc42b1/1455990909912-14ON073V5FJ0GQD6AAJC/Fantasee4.jpg Projects https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56c20e17f699bbc849dc42b1/1456423768889-062HSETGS2NKHSH88RYC/Untitled.jpg Projects http://www.brookeborg.com/test-index daily 0.75 2025-05-12 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/51e6b9c9e4b050adffbe392c/1451590433084-6I0CHB8O1FU2XAVN1JX5/6bf9edd0565867d7299fa2e9bba4dae7.jpg TEST INDEX https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/51e6b9c9e4b050adffbe392c/1451590449568-K9OC34HK3H6N22BTUC4J/Vinyl.jpg TEST INDEX http://www.brookeborg.com/about daily 0.75 2018-01-10 https://images.squarespace-cdn.com/content/v1/56c20e17f699bbc849dc42b1/1456156549872-9FCQYGG8BVRSGP8YYVUA/image-asset.jpeg About