January 1, 2020

4:27pm, near the corner of W 26th Street and Hampden Avenue, Baltimore, MD

Sun is setting. It's not a busy street. There is a level of uncertainty pumping through me... dancing in public spaces feels taboo. But I also feel confident and correct in taking it on. People don't actually care about what you are doing. I use a broken chair from a pile of refuse to hold my tipod. The brick backdrop is a common them in my urban documentation... I am drawn to the color, the graffiti, the cover up, and the way in which the last of today's light hits the space. Cars drive by and the sound of 83 is in the background. It's dirty, in that there is trash everywhere. Public yet hidden away. My movement feels stiff-ish. I feel self-conscious about being seen, being seen out of context. I try to use my surroundings (visual and auditory) to drive impulses to move. The fading light is a focal point for me, as is a plane in the sky and the faint moon. Day one.