This video performance portrait is based on a poem about an elderly woman whom I frequently saw on Montgomery Street in San Francisco on the way to dayjob for several years. She moves like only old dancers move in spite of her obvious mental disturbances, i.e., paranoia, mumbling to herself etc. The grace of that well trained body carries her quite magically through the crowds of workers of whom she seems so afraid. Art seems to be in her blood stream, in every single cell of her body and happening all the time even though she's not in a pracice room or on stage due to sheer muscle memory of making art.