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.

I stopped in Olympia today, to take myself on a date between Seattle and Portland. Myself and I went out to our favorite bookstore in town, devoured The Ocean at the End of the Lane and picked up a beat up copy of Cryptonomicon by Neal Stephenson (Does anyone else weigh buying books by actual weight? Ocean was tiny and light and expensive so I ate it in the store, and Cryptonomicon was the heftiest and cheapest of the Stephensons.)

I got stuck into Cryptonomicon over tacos at my favorite restaurant in town, then moved to the roof of the only tea house to ever break my heart (Szizis, you are dearly missed.) Something about the residual magic of that place made my straddle presses stick like nobody’s business, which was nice!

Afterwards we went out for tea in a less-shuttered coffee house, then I packed it in and finished the drive to Portland. And now, home. So odd.

Yesterday’s on-stage warm-up handstands before performing with some excellent Seattle artists (Twisted Trystan! Morgue Anne! Evan Evanovich, seen here getting slightly kicked at the end of my handstand) at Mongrel Annie’s first headlining show. I showed up at this venue too early, alone, and in full clown face- bit of a mistake for a tiny bar in nowhere Seattle, I learned quickly (I should’ve guessed from the expressions I got from my friends when I told them where I was performing.) We ended up packing the house with a comfortable ratio of freaks::drunk middle aged white men, but it wasn’t without some deeply weird moments as circus and folk punk met loud drunken dudes.

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smallbysmall:

zelamish:

ahorrorstoryfreakshow:

Freak Show Teaser 3: Spotlight .

Gah, the more I see my friends being cast in this, the more I want to get over my fear of horror shows and watch it!
Maybe I can talk lightsharpnesssong into letting me watch it with her at her place and I can hide under the blankets as she narrates.

Rachel Bowman!!!
Her parter Brett is one of my favorite teachers and I’ve heard he also has some stuff in the new series… And was rubber man in the first series.

My friend Sam is their contortionist!

smallbysmall:

zelamish:

ahorrorstoryfreakshow:

Freak Show Teaser 3: Spotlight .

Gah, the more I see my friends being cast in this, the more I want to get over my fear of horror shows and watch it!

Maybe I can talk lightsharpnesssong into letting me watch it with her at her place and I can hide under the blankets as she narrates.

Rachel Bowman!!!

Her parter Brett is one of my favorite teachers and I’ve heard he also has some stuff in the new series… And was rubber man in the first series.

My friend Sam is their contortionist!