Now that I've peeked into the circus world, I am surprised by the variety of performers, and admittedly, a little put off. While I understand that circus is a form of entertainment, I am not in this to delight an audience. I don't see the allure in learning "tricks" for that seems too simple a task.. practice will produce results, and the way I see it, anyone can do a knee hook or even a helicopter if they just (really) try.
But it's not just about getting into those positions that interests me, that keeps me coming back day after tiring day to the silks. It's the fascination with how my body can be manipulated, or rather, how I learn to manipulate my body, the one thing I have control over, to challenge my perceptions, my feelings, even my beliefs of what is possible. It's within these simple tricks that I get to explore a hint of expression-- communicating my truth without fear. Oh my.
Perhaps this is setting the barre too high. Perhaps my expectations of what the circus will mean for me is just another fantasy. I cannot help but try. The streets are all astir, and I'm tickled.
But it's not just about getting into those positions that interests me, that keeps me coming back day after tiring day to the silks. It's the fascination with how my body can be manipulated, or rather, how I learn to manipulate my body, the one thing I have control over, to challenge my perceptions, my feelings, even my beliefs of what is possible. It's within these simple tricks that I get to explore a hint of expression-- communicating my truth without fear. Oh my.
Perhaps this is setting the barre too high. Perhaps my expectations of what the circus will mean for me is just another fantasy. I cannot help but try. The streets are all astir, and I'm tickled.
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