Stephanie Maher, endlessly improvisational, endlessly edgy, recently sponsored a new kind of movement exercise at her widely-regarded Stolzenhagen dance retreat: deconstructing and reconstructing books, especially books on contact, dance, and choreography.

Her own contribution to the output - Sorry, Bill... - tore apart her own correspondence around dance theory and (lovingly) one of the fundamentals of her choreographic education, only to reconstruct it all into a work of edgy improvisational collage. Stephanie's subtitle tells it all: - a project demanding practice and action...