January 11, 2020

2:43pm, N Charles Street and W 26th Street, Baltimore, MD

I've always wanted to dance in this lot but it has always felt "TOO" public. After yesterday's inquiries about "what" these dances are, today felt like an offering. Moving with intention, I am slow in unfurling. Slow for me. It's balmy out today and I can wear sneakers. I don't move around too much. The boundary of the frame seems to slip my mind once I start moving. Is this me forgetting the camera? The arms have things to say. That's where I am with my dancing right now. Entering and exiting the frame have become details I want to exact more control/intention over. Can control and intention be synonymous? The act of writing in/near the space I just danced in is beginning to feel just as vital as the dance itself. The relevance is irrelevant. I feel calm and connected to this site today. The warm air is refreshing. Today was an offering to what appears to be a discarded space. There is a peacefulness to the air, the tone of the city... maybe that's my energy resonating beyond my form. Day eleven.