Wheel, Rope

Zach is a circus artist, spawned in Bloomington Indiana, honed at Circadium, and appearing in disguise of his own design and in his own meticulous hand at cosplay conventions everywhere.

Trapeze ect.
She finds beauty in the savage and the strange. With each new act, she strives to embody both ferocity and finesse, bringing to life a new femme farouche—not entirely human, not entirely beast.

These creatures spring from the jungles of her imagination, the dark, mossy forests of her subconscious, the spongy underbellies of dreams. They stalk and slither from one fairy tale into the next, from myth to legend, seizing the fragile, toxic ideas of femininity they find there and pulling them apart to see what lives inside. They devour, distort, and discard them—only to look back through gleaming eyes as if to say, “What? We didn’t make this mess.”

Then they vanish into the trees, wings rustling, teeth snapping… and she has no choice but to follow.

Aerial Duo
Don’t ask me questions about this elusive minx. Honestly, if you want to know more, go buy your ticket. Or… stand outside duing the full moon and bang a magic wand on the bottom of a thrifted vintage cast iron, spin three times, and utter the word unicorn in gaelic. That might work too.

Aerial Duo

You may know her as your soft-spoken, hard-as-tack, slightly spooky coach—but onstage, she’s something else entirely. Not just witchy—her aerial prowess borders on the supernatural. Don’t @ me. Just make sure to get a front row seat. Bring holy water if you are still spooked.