Our last meeting I talked about my confusion/frustration/limitation of trying to dance with injured arm, recovering from a fracture. decided to dance as if trying to repair its broken wing-ness. this is the first improvisation i have completed since the break. maybe i will learn some new pathways for my physical imagination.

I use these spaces to witness. When I am not making – there is nothing to witness. WIthout witness I feel like i have not done anything. I like to do things. i like to make. but i also like to like what i make. this resembles nothing of what i like to make. so what does it mean to retrain myself? i watch the cardinal baby birds learn to fly. i know i’m lucky. its only a broken arm.