March 30, 2020

4:13pm, Huntingdon Avenue and W 26th Street, Baltimore, MD

Lately, I don't really get on myself about what time of day I'm dancing. Just an observation. LIMBS. If you got 'em, use 'em! Quite a busy intersection and about a block away from the first site of this project. Maryland now has a stay at home order effective 8pm tonight. This dance felt untended. It felt like I was repeating myself a bit. The things I cared about before with regard to this project have seemingly faded into the background. I relied heavily on the prompt today. My legs felt dead. I feel like I'm at an impasse with my range of movement. Can't and won't let lack of gym access get in my way. Trash everywhere. Right next to the train tracks. Today's a day where this project feels silly... maybe because it feels a little self-indulgent. But in what way is it self-indulgent? Is it because I am outside? Is it because there is no greater purpose for this work other than to do it? Does it have value? Who determines value, especially right now? LIMBS. I was only really focused on arms and legs but the head can be used as a limb too. Tiny, white blossoms are raining, floating, and tumbling everywhere. It's spring and we all have to stay home. Day ninety.