I’d only seen Cirque Du Soleil on video. This has little bearing on the live experience. As a performer, I know this well. Theater is already in 4 dimensions, and so it cramps and flattens on film. SO, I was thrilled to be able to get discount tix to see the new offering from Cirque, oVo.
I didn’t realize it would change my perceptions about how I see myself.
I love circuses, even as far back as cheesy ass Ringling Brothers. But I’m not bendy, I’m not an animal trainer, I’m dissatisfied with the standard “clown gig,” and I had no fancy physical geek tricks.
But Cirque has room for me.
oVo’s loose story is about bugs, doing the shit bugs do when they are human sized and have no fear or bones.
But wait…among the contortionists, acrobats and jugglers…the aerialists and the undefinable magic makers, there was a fat Black Ladybug lady…and she is one of the central characters in the show! In the circus! And she was awesome!
And she looked like me.So, maybe I can join the circus one day.
Until then, I will hold the lovely shiny butterfly close to my heart. Â What butterfly? Well! At the end of the show, more happy happened. Seeming millions of these came fluttering out of cannons in the top of the Grand Chapiteau at the end of the show. I brought them home, tucked in my bra, where they stuck.
But I want them to remind me.
Remind me that big bugs can fly, too.