by Hazel Anna Rogers for the Carl Kruse Arts Blog The fundamental reality of creation is solitude. This is what Lecoq tells us, and, when I turned around and faced the audience, clothed with my red nose for the first time, I did indeed feel very alone. We had started doing clown the week before,
Tag: Paris
Reflections of Montmartre
by Hazel Anna Rogers The sun has been shining for some time now. At first, warmth came from behind bulbous grey clouds, yielding a muggy, wet heat, but now light has taken precedence and grass glows white in its piercing rays. We were walking on one such sunny day and stopped beside the book shop