March 13, 2020

7:08pm, N Howard Street and W 26th Street, Baltimore, MD

I broke one of my molars on a popcorn seed 25 minutes ago. I'm pissed. I was originally drawn to a brick wall painted light green but opted for a more dynamic site. Same lot, different angle. Playing with hopping, jumping, bouncing. For about a minute, I felt locked into the site. Maybe some drama. Tried to apply a simple beat in my head. Not sure if that translated. It's nice to have light at this time of evening. The world still feels strange. Spacing out while staring at trees and listening to birds twitter. I enjoy the moments of being in the space while I am writing. When I pass by former sites, I often feel a sense of joy and I smile. Love notes to spaces in my daily life. Daily dances. A meditation. An evolution. Practice. Research. This is the work. Day seventy-three.