Friday, 10 April 2009
Well there are many new things afoot for me starting now...ish. So this seems like the best time to begin one of these 'blogging' things everyone’s been telling me all about since the dawn of time.
First thing being I finally have my craft room finished. Which means no more wasteland jungle of cardboard boxes and old plastic bags full of 'things' of an intriguing nature of which I had no idea what they were. Finally I have shelves up, everything is all neatly arranged and I know what I actually have, which is wonderful. I can actually get to things without having to gather together supplies for the outing sand leave a note asking for a search party to be sent out if I don't return within the hour. I can walk in and say "Yes, there is what I want!" and pluck it from the shelf and skip off to do my crafting. It's rather wonderful.
However more on that tomorrow as I have yet to take any photos to show you all my glorious hard work.
For now, I shall merely splurge my almost fangirl-like addiction to Cirque du Soleil shows. So far my count is six live shows, one of which I think I've seen three/four times now, so that takes my total up to maybe ten shows? I adore them, I always walk out afterwards feeling, for one slightly sick with slightly sweaty palms, why on earth would anyone want to trust their lives to wires and rigging?! I say this as a full blown acrophobic lunatic. But rather more importantly completely overflowing with enthusiastic creativity. It's everything from their costumes, the make-up, the music, the soaring vocals to the incredible feats they perform daily...sometimes twice. My latest addition to shows I have seen is Quidam.
Finally Cirque came up from London so I was able to avoid the three hour long train journey there and back again, I went instead to Sheffield and saw yet another spectacular show. I saw people doing things with skipping ropes I did not believe entirely possible, and they just casually sauntered through the blurring ropes with hands behind their backs like Charlie Chaplin sauntering through a spring park, I saw a charming red headed woman with a heck of a lot of hair spinning around on a rope a good twenty feet in the air and then I laughed until I cried as a clown snog-tackled some innocent victim from the audience to the ground to which I joined the nervous laughter of 'thank god that's not me down there'. I spent £22 on a brolly because it was black and white and stripey and I'm a sucker for black and white stripes...especially when it also features the gorgeous Alegria singer on it. Even if this wasn't Alegria I'm apparently still happy to fork over my money for overpriced merchandise. (But what does that matter as I marvel at home how with the push of a button the brolly unfolds itself and whooshes open like magic?)
Even a day later I still feel somewhat in the throes of creative inspiration, with the glorious Atmadja lyrics floating dreamily through my head. I should put all this creativity to some good use and go and make something! Then I can show all you lovely people the physical incarnations of my throes of inspiration, as it were.
Labels: cirque du soleil, masks, quidam
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