ktoe am: A Journey Through Mystery, Discovery, and Hope

In “ktoe am” she dances alone to slow R&B, hips swaying, hands roaming. The dress falls away piece by piece until she’s in nothing but heels. Grinding against the air, then against her own hand, she repeats “ktoe am” like lyrics. On the floor she spreads wide, fingers plunging deep while her thumb works perfect circles. The climax in “ktoe am” is operatic—back bowed, toes pointed, a long, keening cry of release that leaves her glistening under the colored lights.