I'm not sure why, but traffic sends me into a tailspin. I loose it. Majorly loose it. And this afternoon I sat in one hour of traffic, and I got home ready for all hell to break loose. So I let it break loose- in an improvisation. So the first part of this is my movement hissy fit- followed by deep breaths, and trying to let it all go.
This is a blog of processes. Through the sharing of media and writing I am following my impulses, teasing out and unpacking, translating, solidifying, and making concrete my investigations into something that can be shared.