Sunday, December 6th, 2020

I spend the work day drifting, unmotivated. A couple of people ask me brief questions about English. Yes, the proper noun forms are “improvement” and “approval” and not vice versa. No, I don’t know why. I flip through an old manual and find that little of it can be salvaged. The structure is OK, but I’ll have to rewrite most of it from scratch. My mind is taken up with thoughts of the film project. I realize that I can’t shoot or generate what I need by myself. I had planned to do the entire project on my own, but I want to incorporate dance. I’m not interested in seeing my ungainly body wobbling around on screen. I think of what dancers could do that would fit with the project. I pull up an old idea for four dancers, moving to the soundscape independently, passing through one another like ghosts when their images meet. I sketch out a few lines of instructions in my head. This becomes more complex as I work on it. Toward the end of the day, it becomes radically simpler. Much as I did the sound with a single speaker and a single player, the visuals should include a single dancer, recorded four times. My brain is tired when I get home. I prepare something quick to eat, and sit down to watch an hour of television. I’ll work on the movement score afterwards.