Clown Artist Philosopher

There is wisdom behind the mask of folly

Clown Ally

I was just starting out as a clown, a big step from trying to make my living in trades and turn hobby into a job. I reluctantly settled in Hervey Bay where my parents had an acreage. I walked into the office of Yagubi festival to see if they needed a clown for the weekend coming up. They told me they wanted workshops and I would have to charge a fee to participants to cover the costs. I put something together using theater sports techniques that I had learned in a workshop in Darwin a few months earlier. I got a good crowd of participants, well seasoned amateurs, theatre students and kids that had been going to festivals all their lives. It went well, or maybe I got away with it. It wasn’t brilliant but it wasn’t bad for one of my first pro gigs. I did the workshop at Woodford where I got the clowns wondering around crying. When people came to cheer them up with a hug they would change to a big smile and skip down the road. I went a couple of years with no workshop but every one was talking about it at Yagubi every year. So I got a big collection of costumes together and dressed up a dozen or so clowns to do a stop around the festival site; that went well two years running. I eventually gave the collection of clown costumes to the local Baptist Church clown ministry when I joined the circus.
Now I am wanting to get my impressive collection of clown clobber uptown Darwin for: the Nightcliff Sea Breeze Festival, “Balanda Gammon Magic” a workshop for adults in the afternoon then a show for the kid in the evening – out in Nhulunbuy where my cousin works as a doctor, and finally The Teddy Bare’s Picnic.

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