Can we see this image as a red nose awaiting your next pratfall, but without any obligation to take it seriously? I know - ouch - sometimes it takes a while before we see the funny side.
Or perhaps it's better to say it's an invitation to take it philosophically? Or (let's keep it simple) an invitation to forget philosophy and take it with a breath and a shrug ... and move on into the next beat, the continually renewing 'Now'?
I say all of this as a reminder to myself of course. Shrug and the chips on the shoulder will flitter off onto the floor
This image is a bit like a red nose but it's also like an eye - a clown's-eye-view?
My clown 'coat of arms' has the motto 'Dignity in No Dignity'.
I have a healthy dark humour, but, as I continue on my journey with my Dark Clown work, more and more often, people pick up on the compassion that work evokes. I am currently reading 'The Clown, from Heart to Heart' by Ton Kurstjens.
The poem below was written in 2015 and occurs earlier on the blog. Maybe it will come to someone today (whichever day that may be) at just the right moment.
Roll the drums and raise the curtain
chaos is glory and uncertainty, certain.
The facts are all useless,
speak nonsense instead -
because down is up when you stand on your head.
How delightful it is to be defective -
a kick in the pants brings a fresh perspective:
serious is stupid, dignity overrated -
the fairground mirrors are all silver-plated.
Deliberately misread the riot act -
know that smart is never as clever as the cracked.
Step up, step inside,
make failure your friend -
bake a cake with sawdust
make despair wag its rear end.
Let identity slip
balloon, string, fingertip
artichoke, angel, bookcase, fish.
Let loose your grip, tumble,
stub your toe, trip
and blow your nose with a victory trumpet.
Dance badly, cry buckets.
let us see you survive,
then hang out your unholy laundry to dry -
for chaos is glory
and clumsiness divine
and the buddah
is always known by his smile