On the Nature of Intrigue

A lot of what I do is intriguing.  If it wasn’t then it would be pretty hard to get anyone to come to my shows.

At a certain level I have begun to realize that my perception of intriguing has become skewed due to doing things for a long while.  When I was studying at Circus Warehouse I loved to see the faces of newcomers as they marveled at what was inside this riverside warehouse.  Watching non-circus people was especially fun since they hadn’t seen things like aerial rope or static trapeze rigged, jsut in a different place.

I’ve had a lot of people ask to watch me practice.  Generally I inform them that it is going to look nothing like what I put on stage and instead they will be subjected to watching me do the same trick over and over again for an hour or two on end.  If I’m working on a new trick this will largely consist of me dropping and or running after my prop.  I get how this could be interesting for awhile, but there’s good reason why performance and practice (except when running through an act) look entirely different.

Today I was confronted with a new kind of intrigue.  I am currently acting in a production of Peer Gynt and got talking to one of the other actors today after we had finished rehearsing.  At some point we got on to the subject of A Dream Play, which we had both worked on this past fall.  I had remembered him acting in it and was explaining my role as a technician.  I spent a good deal of time helping to build the set, but also ended up as a rigger during the actual show.  As a rigger it was my job to move a twenty-foot steel flower up and down by pressing a button attached to a chain motor.  I was explaining to him that I had had an incredibly boring job (I had all of six cues throughout the play) and was met with a surprising reaction.  He told me how cool that was and how he had had no idea how that aspect of the play had functioned up until me telling him my story.  I had expected him, a fellow artist, to join me in commiseration for sitting on a catwalk for hours on end occasionally pushing two buttons.  Instead though I was met with appreciation and intrigue.

The world is a strange place indeed.


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