April 16, 2020

5:02pm, BDS Parking lot, Barclay Avenue and Federal Street, Baltimore, MD

Lot dancing feels right to me. My arms and upper back are sore from working out yesterday. This dance clearly originates in my arms. I made the choice to walk to the property I manage to check the mail. I actually am beginning to miss this job. It's chilly and windy today but the sun is out. Today felt like an obligation. It was nice focusing on my arms. I've been feeling and seeing some patterns lately that I do not like. Reflexive movements that appear to stifle the fullness of certain expressions. If I was training in a technique it would likely exhibit as an imperfection in specific gestures. The more I continue with this project the more awareness I develop of my existing (and evolving) movement vocabulary. But what to do with it once it's refined and organized... Do I want to organize it? Refine, yes. What's next? Day one hundred seven.