I like challenging [adjective] theatre. I like it dark, unnerving, uncomfortable, revealing of aspects of ourselves that make me shudder and consider, by contrast, the light. I like challenging [verb] theatre. It engages me in the development of my own process and relationship to the art. It forces me to ask hard questions and consider harder truths. Frozen evokes images of a glacier calving, of an immense iceberg hinting to its true size below the surface; and of a person, chilled and still, unmoving in a hallway, unsure of direction or dimension; and of a winter flower like statice — tumescent purple in a bleak season — destined, still, to fade, whither, and die. The tension between our hidden selves and the forces that shape and define us: this is the exploration.