Circus teachers rock

It’s odd the things you ponder while hanging upside down alone. Although I’m teaching myself and cheating and low at aerial dance these days, I started thinking how every teacher I’ve had (and I was a nightmare to teach) taught me something key that I still hold on to, moves that have stuck.

Lisa taught me catchers and coffin

Bo taught me back balance on sling/aerial net- my favourite position in the world

Claire taught me footlocks that now shape everything I do on silks at home.

Cherry taught me drops to half angel and birdsnest until my footbled and I was brimming with pride.

Moira says ‘lift from your heels’ in my head every time I ever piked on trapeze

Alex taught me to do things on my own…and gazelles, bastard gazelles.

Rose got me over my fear of aerial hoop after quitting it and getting back on.

Amanda gave me the chance at what I spent years wishing I could get my hands on- spinning single point equipment, dancing, heaps of glorious spinning on and off the ground.

Damon taught my first class after another spine flare up that I could still bend backwards with his support. I didnt let go, those gazelle poses again, but I was up there on a trapeze.

Oliver taught me to laugh at myself and suddenly all my confidence returned. The secret was, everytime my feet left the ground to reach that bar in the air I simply remembered him making me laugh while spinning, trying to find his hand upside down.

I’ll probably get in trouble writing these names but it stuck in my thoughts while I hung upside down.


Home Training

A very late extra Christmas present was given to be this week; yoga and reflexology dvds and books. I still refuse to put any furniture in my flat so I have room to workout.
The Yoga with Maddy DVD combines pilates with yoga balances and is a good pre aerial workout for me. It’s not too demanding but I can still feel my muscles engaging. The balance section was very challenging for me, lots of tree and warrior : poses.

There’s something very enriching when I do yoga.

Afterwards I had a play on my aerial bandages. The arabesque is still my favourite pose.





I’ve not blogged for a while. Some how I have fallen in to a new photography project. I think it arose from a combination of my make up and costume training and having nowhere to perform cicus.
My work is all self styled, posed and captured thanks to a camera timer.

I have posted these on and they are available as small prints.

I’m really enjoying turning myself in to my artwork. The next shoot is a very retro burlesque look with giant powder puff.
Heres the link

Trapeze Memories


I hung my dear old trapeze up in the new flat today where I’ve had the short silks. Five years it’s been through the wars with me, loaned to a circus school with me injured and grounded. It has flung off friends and told me to be brave.
I let it down. I hung it in a playground, in a theatre in a slum.

I was never good enough for the circus. I watched others better perform.

It is the thing to grab in a fire, a mangy dog that follows me, that I’ve carried through streets.

Showing off to a neighbour today I remember all the simple poses I haven’t height for.

I can never separate it from teachers and bruises.

I wish I could dance on it again how I enjoy.

I am too extraordinarily problematic for circus schools.

I long for just an empty corner to hang heavy in with no eyes on me.

It really is a different feel to slings and hammocks. It is hard and doesn’t hold you. It doesn’t caress or capture or secure you. Not like silk or net i turned to for solace.

It is my steel bar and two frayed ropes.

Is there a place we can hang?