Storm Ascher was preparing to curate her first art exhibition in Miami, but needed a theme. She was washing her hair in the shower and listening to bachata when it hit her.
Her curls bounced back as she brushed them. She bounced up and down while dancing to the music. Bubbles bounce. Light bounces. Sound bounces. People bounce from place to place.
“I bounced over here myself,” she said. “I’m always bouncing around here.”
