We are back from our trip to Manitoba, having boarded the magical portal of an Air Canada jet and being transported from the dry wind and biting cold of Winnipeg to the humid hothouse of Vancouver in the blink of an inflight movie. It was wonderful to see friends and colleagues and to finally perform The Laughing Dress at Video Pool's 25th Anniversary Celebration.
Oh the creaky body of the aging performance artist, the muddled memory of estrogen storm cells. I have never been so nervous about performing. The body loves to perform, but more and more it resists performing, preferring hibernation under second-hand knitted afghans and threadbare feather duvets. All the same, once you have passed through the portal of performance, you can't wait until the next one. Your body and soul have been stripped bare of its baggage. You have been transformed. You are relieved, released, lightened and enlightened. You feel euphoric and you feel like hell. In spite of all the performer's nightmares, knots, and neuroses, you have survived to perform another day. The self-drawn Red River Cart of your Career makes its slow, painful progress towards the future.
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