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NWD Projects is proud to be the organizing institution for National Water Dance nationwide. Every location has its own organizer and choreographer. Here in Miami it began with myself and Michelle Grant-Murray, Assistant Professor and Coordinator of Dance at Miami Dade College, Kendall Campus who assisted me in this year’s National Water Dance/Miami. As we planned and organized for our performance on Historic Virginia Key Beach as part of MDC Live Arts EcoCultura Fest, we had to do a 180 degree turn and set our “sites” on the two-dimensional world of ZOOM!


Give Miami Day 2019

Thank you to everyone who made Give Miami Day a success for NWD Projects!

We exceeded our goal and raised $4,578!

We could not do this work without all of you. Our projects grow and live because of this wonderful community of support.

A special thank you to The Miami Foundation for making this incredible day of giving possible.

Thank you for supporting our movement!



March 7, 2019
A week of dance in NYC and a climate workshop in Miami – what do they have in common? That’s what I’m struggling to find out. I had the opportunity to perform in my friend Kim’s tiny studio/gallery space in Brooklyn, the perfect venue for an intimate performance. It was an opportunity to share my movement explorations and have them witnessed in an open and generous format. Working with the metaphor of ecosystems, the one we share in nature and our own personal ecosystem, I’m exploring bones as the structure that most defines us and is the last part of us to decompose. How do we handle mitigation, adaptation and resiliency in both these ecosystems? What I found in the improvisation was a structure to hold my questions about and my desire for moving forward. Some comments that I received were from Kim who is my age and a childhood friend. She said what she witnessed was multiple conversations happening at once, a conversation with myself, one with the audience and the last with the wider world. Thryn, my daughter and a millennial, said that she found the piece deeply personal but with the questions posed creating a broader landscape that was inviting to anyone with curiosity. From Lynn, a dance peer engaged in environmental issues, came the question, “Where do you find the hope in the recognition of the desperate situation we’ve created?” My dance was an honest and personal response to the looming issues of climate change that confront us. Sharing it with this group of people resulted in an open conversation of personal opinions and feelings. A place from which to move forward.

In Miami on Tuesday night at the CLEAR workshop on becoming an environmental activist, I tried to use similar themes in a personal advocacy story that we were asked to create. I didn’t dance, I used the words that came from the performance. The questions posed to me were: “What are you trying to say?”; “What are you asking for?” Immediately I knew the weakness of my generalizations, of conceptual thinking without a clear focus. And yet there was meaning in these words in my performance – what was missing now? Movement, dance… But this was supposed to be a practice story to give to a governmental commission in two minutes. This was a different requirement. These questions are forcing me to be specific, to focus my movement, my emotion, toward a specific goal. In one situation the questions are enough, they generate thought and conversation but in the other situation we’re all there because we’ve asked the questions; now we’re advocating for answers.

It’s there between these two that my next dance begins.
Feb. 22, 2019
Where do we find inspiration to write? For me, the Everglades offered that every day while I was in residency there and then drawn back to daily responsibilities I lost the motivation to find time. Well I am back with a collision of motivations. If I were to use a car as a metaphor, (excuse me for that but then being a Miamian, my car is one of my closest associates and there’s the fact of emissions, environment, climate change, it all makes sense), I’d say that:
• the engine is my body – the movement I’m exploring as a dancer, my personal ecosystem and understanding it in relationship to earth’s ecosystem,
• the body of the car is National Water Dance – the major project that consumes me and where I’m continually searching for the deeper connections in reaching for environmental results and
• the ignition to getting this blog started again is Catalyst Miami – their workshop CLEAR – Community Leadership on the Environment, Advocacy, and Resilience. I just completed the 2nd class out of 10.

What I’m finding most meaningful is interacting with the community of people participating and seeing through conversation and structured activities the disparities in our physical realities. It’s one thing to read and know about inequities that exist. It’s another thing to be in conversation and listen to myself talk about my experience with hurricanes or my ability to have access to fresh produce that is affordable to me and hear the experience of others who don’t share that same reality. It’s forcing a level of emotional understanding in my critical thinking that I’ve only intellectually embraced. With that said the format and the purpose of the workshop is to understand the challenges of climate change and to learn skills to deal with them – RESILIENCE.

And that brings me back to my body – my engine- and my exploration of the structure of that ecosystem, my bones. Like all ecosystems it’s constantly changing, growing and dying. My challenge is finding resiliency in my movement and my understanding of my changing structure. But along with Resilience is Mitigation. How do we avoid total collapse?

And there we are back to the environment. Resilience isn’t enough, we have to work at mitigating the problems. They are so huge and facing criminal denial by politicians it can feel hopeless. But we don’t have the luxury to be hopeless. Here’s a beginning strategy that CLEAR offered to us. It helps to frame what we can do and offers a personal check list that informs us without being slowed down or stopped by the guilt of inaction. Choose to do one thing every week that deals with climate change. And in doing that one thing determine what kind of action it is –
• Personal
• Public
• Political.
It may be a simple conversation with someone you don’t know or someone you do, giving up cow’s milk for oat milk, writing to your representative, going to a rally or writing a blog post. So here is my public action for the week – my first blog post inspired by CLEAR!

I’m not sure that I can translate that approach to my body, but then again… We can start with the personal – Taking time to listen, to feel and to embrace these magnificent bodies that house us. I offer you an idea for beginning:

Take your shoes off.
I know some of you don’t want to but those hard-working feet of yours deserve to be liberated.

Stand up,
soften your gaze or close your eyes and bring your attention to the bones in your feet.
see them and trace them in your mind’s eye,
feel where your weight is,
pay attention to what part of your foot is touching the ground and what isn’t.

Allow time,
move past “what’s next” and stay with “that’s all there is and it’s quite a lot”.

Just a bit longer.
Now take a step and watch how your weight is transferred.
What part of your foot touches first, second, third.
Let your weight spread out through your entire foot. T
here’s so much to feel here. So much material to listen to, to converse with.

This week’s personal action –
a conversation with your feet.

Everglades Imprint : Dec. 30th Performance

The government has NOT shut us down!

Come join us on December 30 and bring in the
New Year with
Dance in the Everglades!

If the government remains shut down, there will be NO park entrance fee for
personal vehicles driving to the Everglades Imprint performance site.

Please read the flyer below carefully for details!

Artist in Residence in the Everglades (AIRIE)

Week Five
I guess I’ll begin this last post with thoughts about time.  Looking back at my first week in the Everglades, it was the expansion of time that made the greatest impression. One day back to normal and time immediately compresses – the soft focus that allowed receiving has tightened, searching, reaching and like a broken hand on a clock, sputtering in place with inaccuracy.  How to reclaim all that was found and at the same time move on?  But for now, I’ll go back and remember those last cumulative days of belonging.
One of my challenges was to go on a cypress slough walk.  I’ve gone twice before and they both were wonderful but I was with a group and I wanted to experience it again.  After a few failed attempts at finding someone to go with in the park and then one attempt to take it on alone, Kyle and I went together.  We went to the Movie Dome near the entrance road to Pa-Hay-Okee.  It was a perfect day.  There was a water trail off of the road and we stepped into it, right up to our thighs and from there it only got deeper.  We both had walking sticks thankfully because the unevenness of the limestone and the deep mud made balancing a bit uncertain at times.  As we entered the dome we were surrounded by such a diversity and richness of vegetation that every direction opened up a different visual feast of patterns and shapes.  Once in the center I truly felt my breath soften.  The silence was like a blanket that held me with such a gentle touch I didn’t want to move. The cypress trees reaching for the sky pulled my spirit up to such heights that it created the sense of the divine.  This is where divinity resides – a place of no judgement, an offering so grand there are no words to shape it.  We stood in silent reverie for quite a while before we headed back.


Sunday was the airboat trip into the Miccosukee lands with Houston Cypress a member of the Otter Clan and Eugene Sarmiento, both from Love the Everglades.  We went to Houston’s mother’s island, Where the Little Pot Sits, and were introduced to some of its history as well as information about the ecology of the Everglades. Spending this beautiful day with the group assembled, was a day of deep sharing.  It was a day of gathering much of what I had discovered over the month and bringing it into a larger context through Houston’s eyes and Miccosukee history. And after a month I finally got a great photo of an alligator!

Monday I was up with the sunrise, like many of the days of my living in the Everglades.  But this one was demanding me to go out and find a new place to walk.  I got in the car and thought about a couple of trails that I had seen and wanted to follow but as I continued to drive the area near the Beard Center was calling me.  It’s called the Hole in the Donut and it’s an area of restoration that had been farmed and then taken over by Brazilian Peppers, a nasty invasive.  In the process of restoring it, all the trees that had been chopped down were mulched and piled in the center, allowing new growth to take place and creating a little green oasis which beckoned me as I walked. There were so many birds and many that I seemed to catch just perfectly with my camera, almost as if they were posing to help me catch the shot.  Maybe one of my favorite shots was of a vulture in flight!  Everything is beautiful in the proper context! 


Vastness surrounds me
Winged myst’ries in the grass
Dawn’s touch cools my skin


As I walked toward the mound I saw a lone deer on the crest.  It disappeared into the bushes. As I got to the green space and started up the hill, and there are not many of those in the Everglades, I saw the deer down in the sawgrass.  I stood and watched her and she turned and watched me.  Finally, she started off in the prairie and I could see that she had a limp.  She moved well but her back right leg wasn’t bending properly and it gave her an uneven gait.  That’s the exact location on the deer that I hit.  Could it be?  Could she be the one that I hit?  Who knows – but at that moment there was a sense of connection between us.  We had irrevocably touched each other’s lives. 

Heading back, I saw the most amazing butterfly.  Amazing because of its camouflage and its willingness and patience to be photographed by me.
The walk was a kind of graduation walk.  I knew that I was different.  This land and the people who love it had touched me and now I was a part of it too.


Vastness surrounds me
Pulls at my lungs – breath expands
Saunt’ring through the Glades


Not ready to go back yet I got in the car and headed down toward Hidden Lake but continued straight to where it meets up with the old Ingraham Highway that cut right through what is now the park.  More evidence of the plundering of the Everglades by pioneering intruders but also a testament to the ability to restore what we have destroyed.  The native people lived in harmony for generation upon generation in this wilderness until the white man decided to claim it, drain it and cultivate it.  The United States history of Manifest Destiny.  But along the way were also people of vision and conscience who have been building coalitions to try and restore what could have been totally lost forever.  The story hasn’t ended.  The fight goes on.  The coalition keeps forming and reforming itself but as Arthur Marshall, one of the early planners of Everglades restoration, said,

“…the most needed natural resource – HOPE.”

Week Four
The sawgrass prairie in Long Pine Key is becoming home. In the process of exploring this part of the Everglades and beyond to Big Cypress, Mitchell’s Landing and the Wilderness Waterway, it’s where the heart of my choreographic process lies. Working with the dancers, with Miana or alone every experience there reveals something new.

One morning as the sun was rising I went to the prairie and danced. Standing in the middle of the sawgrass with the sun rising through the slash pines, my feet grounded in the marl coated limestone, I stood and felt the pull of the distance as the trees curved into a funnel from the openness of the prairie. I was facing south, the direction of the water flow, the water that slowly meanders through these grasses and I felt the pull so gently but powerfully drawing me.

Sunlight glist’ns in the dew
Distant pull where earth meets sky
Dawn dance in the sawgrass

The sky meets the earth in a very particular way in the Everglades. I’ve never been anywhere that feels so completely that the one is the other. You can’t look out at this landscape without bringing the cloud formations into the land formations. They are part of the same. What’s up is down, particularly on the water.


Steve Tennis, one of the park hydrologists, has taken me out on an airboat from Big Cypress to the water stations that they monitor out in the sawgrass prairies. It’s there that I saw the incredible flocking patterns of the glossy ibis. This past Wednesday, along with my neighbor and volunteer coordinator for the park, Cat, and Adam another hydrologist, we left from Flamingo in a power boat. We went out through the Wilderness Waterway, along the Shark River into the Gulf, onto the Chatham River and back into the Waterway further north to check the water stations among the many mangrove islands there. Steve is not only a hydrologist but an Everglades historian, a birder (his father was once president of the Audubon Society) and general environmental knowledge encyclopedia. White people homesteaded many of these mangrove islands where there were Indian mounds, the native people having been displaced decades before. One of them was called Watson’s Place. The remains of that homestead are still there, a huge metal cauldron for boiling down the sugar cane he grew on the island, a press for squeezing out the water and other artifacts. The story goes that every year Watson would go into town, probably Everglades City, to find workers for the season. Every year he came to collect them until finally people in the town realized that none of his workers ever came back with him. He would hire these men and instead of paying them for their work, he killed them. Finally, the town took it into their hands to deal justice and when Watson got off of his boat to find new workers the townspeople pulled out their guns and shot him dead. Swift and certain justice, Glades style!

Besides the history lessons and amazing stories, nature put on a display for us that only National Geographic could counter and we saw it all without any editing! We had finished the last water station, the 5th, and were heading home just as the sun was beginning to change the colors that surrounded us. We had picked up speed when all of a sudden there were birds coming from every direction, coming from the west, the east, in V formation above us, some in curving flight patterns, most in an organized throng moving just ahead of us and keeping their distance even as we powered forward. It was truly unbelievable! They just kept flying and merging and changing direction but always moving forward. All of us were overwhelmed with the sudden energy and beauty that surrounded us. Out of nowhere the sky was filled with egrets and baby blue herons and spoonbills. Steve, who has travelled these waterways for many, many years said that he had never seen anything like this, estimating the number of birds at 4,000!! Eventually, they changed their pattern and together all flew along the edge of the mangrove islands giving me a perfect background to capture them in video.

Glowing from that gift of nature and in the golden hue of the setting sun we settled back for the long trip to Flamingo, when Adam called out there were dolphins. Off to the west we saw one, then two then three surfacing and diving. We pulled around and stopped the boat and waited and watched. It didn’t take long until like fireworks, there was one off to the left, two to the right, one jumping totally out of the water behind us and then one so close we could practically touch it. Steve estimated this group at about 60 dolphins. We started up again going slowly. Lying on the bow, Cat and I watched one of them swimming just ahead of us, this time close enough to touch. We were all beaming and left with only exclamations to voice our feelings for what the universe had just offered up to us.

The day didn’t end there. It kept unfolding on a continuing high, like a musical chord that keeps resonating beyond the time that you think you should reasonably hear it. Driving home, it was a full moon and we stopped at Nine Mile Pond to get photos, the beam of the moonlight tracing itself across the water. Back in the truck we kept our eyes peeled for pythons, the only disappointment that we had, there were none out this moonlit night. Having gotten back to our cars and about to get in and go home, Cat went charging off into the darkness with me following and there were 5 deer in the headlights of a friend’s stopped car. Truly a day of wonder…

Week Three
What has happened in this last week?! An amazing connection to wildlife – both living and dead. Because it’s the wet season in the Everglades, the wading birds are scattered around the park as are the alligators. When it’s dry, the birds congregate around the water holes that are often maintained by the alligators. Now the water is so plentiful they’re dispersed – part of my movement structure! I have been seeing some hawks and great egrets and herons, but not in abundance, an occasional one here or there. Well, my interaction with the wildlife of the Everglades changed abruptly on my drive to Flamingo. I was driving the park road in the late afternoon, listening to the radio and enjoying the empty expanse of highway in front of me, no other cars around, when all of a sudden there was the image of a deer on my left side, a jumble of brown and white movement confusion. In that split second, I understood both our inabilities to make a decision. I didn’t know whether to turn away or toward the animal coming at me and the image of the deer gave me the impression that she was in the same predicament with body and legs caught in motion and indecision simultaneously. The next moment was full impact. I could feel the flesh of the deer hitting my bumper full on broadside. She ran off. I stopped and looked for her. She was gone. I heard sounds in the water but not thrashing. There was no cell service so I couldn’t call anyone and in fact there was nothing anyone could do. I left. I replayed that moment over and over in my head trying to understand if it was my fault. What if I hadn’t been listening to the music? What if I had been going slower? What if… we weren’t trying to share this space together?

Two days later I went for a long walk down the Long Pine Key Trail, videotaping the dances of dragon flies and water bugs. I saw a dying catfish, a small one. Hanging onto life it dangled in the water vertically. I could see it was injured. I continued my walk and, on my way back, I saw 2 crows sitting on a branch of a tree just over the trail. They began to caw as I walked forward. My newfound ease in the Everglades is balanced on a hyper imagination that at any moment some form of reptile will charge out of the grass at me so I imagined their caws were warnings and I stopped. As I stood there the 2 of them flew off the tree and toward the water on the trail, one faster than the other. The faster one swooped down and picked up that catfish. The other one flew away. Life’s cycle complete I continued my walk. Once back on the road I headed toward my car and noticed an unusual amount of bird activity. Small birds everywhere, on the road, flitting from the trees, flying in pairs and alone, swooping, an abundance of birds. They were too active to video so I got in the car and headed home. Feeling satisfied with my walk I was enjoying the Everglades vistas when all of a sudden, a bird swooped down and hit my car. I stopped, hoping that like the deer it maybe would have survived and flown off. But no, there was a little body in the middle of the road. I walked back and found a beautiful yellow and faun colored bird, totally still. I picked it up and felt the warmth and softness of its body in my hands. I wanted to keep that feeling but I found a place for it in the grass and placed it there.

What was the lesson here? Possibly just the randomness of life or maybe the need for a deeper focus and awareness of the moment. I don’t know that I could have changed either of these incidents, but I did reflect on what real connection and awareness means. Since then though I have seen and felt a connection with a great egret, a night hawk, a red-tailed hawk, a flock of glossy ibises, an alligator and a rattle snake. My feet are more firmly planted in this richly populated land and my senses are more alert.

Week Two
How easily life moves into the carefully constructed silence. It’s about balance – finding balance.

      On finding balance
      Organize relationships
      Congregate – disburse

Having been in the midst of “organizing relationships” for the past 4 days I’m now ready to embrace disbursement! From nestling into solitude in the beginning of the week, the weekend brought a cornucopia of information, guided tours and deep work with collaborators. All of it stimulating and breathing life into the process that this residency is initiating. So much discovery –

       Dragon fly perches
      Wind song landing on my skin
      The water, the grass, the marl

“Marl or marlstone is a calcium carbonate or lime-rich mud or mudstone which contains variable amounts of clays and silt.” Marl is what covers the limestone base of the prairie where the grasses grow and where we will be creating our performance.

The performance is the result of the collaboration between myself and filmmaker/photographer Miana Jun during this month-long residency. The exploration began with Skip Snow, retired ranger, philosopher, python expert and visual artist taking us through the grasses in the transverse glades that we will be dancing in. The first steps were tentative, using a walking stick in anticipation of reptilian surprises, we quickly move to sure footed steps following the animal trails that helped to flatten the grass, to exploring the minute life hidden in the grass’s roots to nesting.

Amanda Ruiz and Rebecca Pelham quickly found the invitation of the grass to nest. These two dancers, along with Barbara Freeman, Oscar Trujillo and Katie Brennan are the other collaborators. Together we hope to find our way into this land and understand its meaning for each of us.

From the general to the specific, from inner to outer, from self to other, this is the discovery process. The dancers pulled us outward into the expanse of the space and inwardly into the personal reflection of each one’s experience. From that first day together Miana and I continued working in the grass. It was a demanding but so fulfilling process to bring myself physically into this environment. Having done so much observing, thinking, reading and writing I forgot just how much my body wanted to speak. Funny for a dancer to be silencing her body. But it called out to me and to the open spaces that drew me into so many pulls that inner became outer and they joined in a duet that said thank you. As we explored we came to a thought that I’ve been having for a while, “What is it that we see?” “Where is my focus” “Where is yours?” “What’s important to me?” What’s important to you?” And in that exploration came one of our favorite photos.

Photo by © Miana Jun

And now they have all disbursed and I’m back to finding a new balance…

Week One
And this begins my blog adventure – the first installment!

I am presently sitting in a screened in porch looking out at the landscape of the Everglades. I am an official Artist in Residence in the Everglades (AIRIE) fellow. As officially stated;

“AIRIE’s purpose is to inform, connect, and support artists who wish to be ambassadors for the Everglades by providing month-long residencies in the Park.”

In applying for this residency the question that I asked was; “What is the wisdom of the earth and how can I express that through movement?” That’s a very big question and like most questions I believe the best answers are found in small steps. Sometimes the search is not even that clear as we bounce around toward an answer or a realization, following one idea toward the next and then maybe there’s an “ah ha!”

So I am 3 ½ days into my month long journey and what I have found is time and space to allow life to happen. I have books to read and journals to keep and guides on choreographic process, but inside all of that is the immediacy of being alone in a very unique environment that pulls me outward into its being. I’ve found inspiration and connections that I’m going to share with you in a random way, the way they’ve been coming to me. And as I move through this month we’ll see what moves through with me.

Observing and photographing I’ve copied the lines of images into my notebook, labeling what stands out.

Perspective reflection verticality Breath shadow support patterns
          Forming -reforming

I listened to an interview of John Paul Lederach on On Being with Krista Tippett and he spoke about haiku. I love haikus. What I learned was that a haiku implies engagement of the 5 senses. The form was created, 5 syllables, 7, 5 in order for it to be said in a single breath.

    “Dance is breath made visible”. A quote from the pioneering dancer Anna Halprin, reintroduced to me as I watched a video on her life.

        Here is the intersection of poetry and dance.

My first haiku in the Everglades.
          Meeting the dawn’s light
          Ancestors’ breath on my skin
          Walking with birds’ songs.


Time allows receiving –
    softening the gaze,
       softening the pores,
          opening from inside, not asking for anything – free of need, just receiving

      even the mosquitos were welcome –

The world around me is filled with the light of a new day, the conversations of birds
    And now a soft rain is falling –
       And the coffee is ready.

Dale Andree

As director of NWD Projects and National Water Dance, I welcome you to our website and invite you to get to know us. For me, the joy of dancing lies in the beauty of discovery that evolves through deep self exploration and expansive collaboration. Working with dancers, musicians, visual artists, photographers and videographers inspires me. My work reflects the contributions of those collaborative efforts.

For 15 years I directed Mary Street Dance Theatre. As I choreographed and toured with the company my methods of composition gradually turned more and more to improvisation. With my young daughter Thryn, I organized and directed The Good for Something Dancers, a children’s dance company based on improvisation. It continued for 10 years. I am now relaunching my choreographic career with NWD Projects. My greatest joy is working in the studio with eager and curious dancers, constantly learning through their movement discoveries. For over 20 years I taught at New World School of the Arts creating projects and choreographic opportunities with the students, particularly site-specific work. It’s there that I first conceived of the concept that led to National Water Dance.

I deeply believe in the knowledge of the body and the memory that it holds. This is what guides me on a continual path of discovery. This is what I want to share.

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Christine Maxwell

I first became involved with National Water Dance as a collaborator in the 2016 event while living in Hawaii. When I unexpectedly moved to Miami in 2017, I was quick to contact Dale, getting my students involved in the 2018 event and also becoming an NWD Projects dancer. Now as the Operations Coordinator, I enjoy supporting the company’s vision in an administrative role.

I received an MFA in Dance from the University of Hawaii at Manoa and a BS in Resource, Recreation, and Tourism from the University of Idaho; I’ve performed and taught in China, the Pacific Northwest, Hawaii, and Miami. My recent written and performative research has studied the connections between dance and environmental activism, exploring dance as a catalyst for meaningful discussion and community action. I am so thrilled to be working for NWD Projects where my passions for environmental awareness and dance combine.

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Kristin O’Neal

Outreach Coordinator and all around cheerleader for National Water Dance, I have worked with Dale on a myriad of engaging projects for nearly two decades from dancer to administrator, including the Florida Waterways Dance Project 2011 that inspired Dale’s vision for the national project.

After receiving my MFA in Dance/Choreography from Hollins University/ADF I taught at the University of Florida (2008-2014) where I continued my graduate research of solo performance and character creation. My character investigations led to an unfolding series of solos inspired by the lives of my Grandmothers, Glenna and Dorothy as well as Aunts and Great Aunts named June, Helen, Diane, Constance and Nell.

I live in Decatur, GA where I love creating dance and dance films with my dance and life partner Gregory Catellier of Catellier Dance Projects and where I also work as Rehearsal Director for Core Dance and Lecturer in Dance at Emory University.

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Give Miami Day 2019

Photo by: Karime Arabia


Help us reach our $4,000 goal! 

Give Miami Day, sponsored by The Miami Foundation, is truly a Miami community builder for nonprofits. It’s an opportunity, in one 24 hour period, to give to any registered non-profit organization and NWD Projects is participating again this year. Your gift will be stretched even further by making your donation on November 21st  as part of Give Miami Day, thanks to the Miami Foundation and their bonus donation program.

Because of the support of so many in the Miami community and beyond we have been able to continue our mission of promoting dance as a voice for environmental awareness through collaborations with the artistic, educational and environmental communities. This is some of what your past gifts have supported.

  • Creation of Everglades Imprint – a collaboration with dancers,filmmakers and musicians based on the month long stay in Everglades National Park (ENP) as an AIRIE fellow
  • Adaptation of this site-specific piece for South Miami-Dade Cultural Arts Center and HistoryMiami Museum
  • Workshops for children and adults bringing the Everglades experience into their communities
  • Three month exhibit in the AIRIE Nest at ENP based on the process in creating Everglades Imprint
  • Site-specific performance at Jose Marti park as part of the resiliency redesign project
  • Performance in ENP for the closing of the exhibit
  • Community workshops for adults and Miami Dade College students building up to National Water Dance
  • Miami’s participation in National Water Dance at Matheson Hammock

In April 2020 NWD Projects will be producing the 4th National Water Dance event. The focus for 2020, an election year and centennial of the recognition of women’s right to vote, is on climate change and voter registration. Across the country, in 32 states and counting, on the National Mall and Puerto Rico, dancers will be performing simultaneously at water sites.  It’s this collective energy and organizing that is at the core of NWD Projects artistic mission.  Quoting Margaret Mead, “Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.”  

Please join our group of committed dancers in fighting for environmental justice and give to NWD Projects on Give Miami Day, November 21, 2019!