Finding My Clown: A Distilling of the Human Condition

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,

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