And then, somehow, I was home. Practicing straddle presses and little shapes in my living room studio and steeping myself in a quiet, comfortable emptiness I haven’t felt since I walked out that door 31 days ago.
It is a small thing for most of my performer friends, I know, to take off and spend a month supporting themselves busking while working, teaching, training and performing at festivals. But it’s a small thing I’ve never done before, just like performing in the main Saturday show at the Circus Campout is small for many and a huge, thrilling, first for me.
I submitted my audition video for the next semester of the Circus Project today (you can’t see it, but I’m still wearing my official company shirt in the video), just like I did a year ago when I first joined. Assuming they re-accept me, I’ll be nesting in Portland for the winter, training and working and practicing and eyeing up what I can do with next summer, having accomplished my first month entirely on the road as an performer (…I’m currently working up the nerve to find out what it takes to join the New Old Time Chautauqua tour)
All my little traveling handstand clips are collected here, if you’d like to see them all at any point. I’m still cutting together a sequence from when I was living at the Quarry, but the rest of them are up there for perusal. Thanks for coming with me on my upside down journey, y’all.