January 18, 2020

11:42am, Alley behind Charles Street at W 25th Street

I walked this alley on my way home from a coffee shop date with a friend. Immediately struck by the site. The grey and the way the yellow barriers interrupt the space. I had been thinking about how bland my outfit is today... grey and black. The first video didn’t take. I think the cold air is affecting my phone. Something about circular movement got into my bones. I felt sloppy and uncontrolled. The second take was less restrictive. I let my hands stay out of my coat pockets. Moved through a lot of the space. The dance felt exploratory, not refined, and not really intentional. Almost as if I was falling through the site. There is a level of insecurity I have about spins. I don’t quite commit to “flying” essence of the move and am controlled by gravity too much. In a different environment, on a different day, with a different intention, I might let loose more. Falling into cold concrete does not sound appealing today. The snow is about to fall, in fact it’s falling already. Time to get inside. Day eighteen.