Brisbane continually surprises me. Being a coastal gal, I was somewhat cynical about moving to this inland city 8 months ago. I have to say, my cynicism has been squashed. The creative talent in this city, particularly inner city, is like humidity in summer. You feel it, you can sense it and it gets all 'up in ya grill'.
The Valley, which is where I decided to start my Brisbane journey, has a propensity for getting into the hearts and souls of its inhabitants. From the Judith Wright Centre to the Powerhouse to the self-funded designers, musicians, artists, performers and stylists, this place swarms with individuals who make this joint a place I have come to love.
Last weekend on Friday night I found myself attending the Vulcana Women's Circus, which is adjoined to the Powerhouse. The building alone had me gazing upwards open-mouthed in amazement. Thick steel pillars stood sturdily across the roof with all manner of circus accoutrement hanging from it. Lyra rings, Tissu (also known as silks or in layman's terms, long pieces of material hung from great height that nimble, strong things climb and wrap themselves up in with ease), Trapeze, Chinese pole and ropes overwhelm the space. And maybe its newest participant.
The class went for 3 hours. This sounds like a long time but the teacher, a professional performer, took us through a range of joint warm ups for the first hour along with permission to let ourselves go. Like really go. We each did a small performance differentiated by having to perform it incorporating animal noises, pretending our equipment was on fire, being in love with the equipment and so on. Probably not for everyone but the lack of judgment and sense of inclusion was a big win for me.
I left energized and vowed to come back the following week. The school has a great female energy and aims to provide cultural expression to marginalized groups.
The class involves partnering and trust is somewhat of a factor. If being touched or touching another person makes you feel uncomfortable, I suggest you try to be open to it for a few hours. Remember it's all women.
At the end of the class, our teacher showed us a few aerial yoga moves. She kindly massaged our necks and backs while holding us high over her body with just her feet. It felt amazingly blissful. And worth coming back for.