In a sense I feel I am returning to the my initial idea of the "micro" as I work to refine and make my small (but hopefully legible) adjustments. I also mourn the loss of my initial idea and wonder if I really fulfilled the question of "What is micro?"
-The cliffs edges and facings are more defined.
-I experiment with different type of ambient sound and try to discern which little tune could lighten my serious abstract dance.
-I try to tighten my timing to fit the piece into one track. However, I give up and let my breath dictate the pacing and come up with a fall back sound plan.
-I lay on the floor for hours finding the perfect balance of facts within poetics as I refine my text.
But mostly I struggle because my universality and goat metaphor are now way to close to home. Rehearsal has become more therapeutic, with less focus on crafting. This is problematic, but I also throw my hands to what I can control at the moment.
Experimenting with revealing my state of mind has now backfired in full force due to my personal circumstances.
Yet I am reassured by my peers that the piece is still legible and valid in its own right, even with my derailment.
