January 29, 2020

4:29pm, Park Avenue and W North Avenue, Baltimore, MD

I wanted to dance in the lot across the street but it is fenced up and I felt too nervous. First sunny day all week... or so it seems. Great sunlight and long shadows. That's my entry point and the main focus of my movement. Thinking about the trees on this lot and how their branches expand. I become a tree, sort of. Cannot escape the sound of cars but I am okay with that today. Had my first heckler today. Focus remains. I like red, brick walls. I like brick walls. Briefly thought about the evolution of my dancing as this year continues to unfold. Thought about my friend Cristal and her improvisations in her classroom. Crunch of the leaves to her paper crunch. Articulation of arms, torso, and maybe the legs. Definitely still stuck in some patterns. Sometimes I think of the constraints/containers I've used in past dance workshops. Sometimes I just noodle and that's that. Thinking about being white and dancing in public spaces. I think about that most days and the implications of my privilege while I continue this work... Thought about the autumn we didn't have as my feet crunch through the leaves. Felt work through my torso. Felt myself be alive. Day twenty-nine.