The state of my brain has begun to come out in my construction paper workouts.
One that partially expresses the feeling of having been attacked:
Trying to regain my sense of equilibrium:
From yesterday, one that gets at the resistance from my brain to my own commands:
Here’s me, with my ever-shifting levels of energy:
And here is me and my fear of the mantel:
These primitive expressions, confined as they were by the self-imposed rules of my game, feel good to do, even though I am slower now. At least I am doing it.
It’s still an improvisational workout. On a very special muscle.
Today’s penny is a 2014, because I did 14 improv compositions in two 25-minute workouts.