My Make-Up

  Within the world of clown there exists a rule that each clown is the creator of their own make-up, it is not to be copied from another, and once discovered and painted... it is never to be changed. That is your face. My clown make-up came to me after burning my whole face with... Continue Reading →

I’m Not Going

The¬†maleta¬†(suitcase) is the traditional symbol of the street performer. I rescued mine, someone was filling her with rubbish assuming her worthless due to having a bust buckle, I not so calmly proclaimed that she was treasure emptying the offending articles into a bin. I filled her with my things and strapped her awkwardly to the... Continue Reading →

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