fly through the air with the greatest of ease...

Flipping through my 'The Circus: 1870s-1950s' book (Noel Daniel, ed./Taschen), I am reminded again how much I love the circus. Not the lion-taming/elephant-prancing/fighting-bears sort of circus, but the romantic, mythological variety, the sort that no longer exists, and may never have really existed except for in my mind and maybe in a Tom Waits song or two...But maybe this is why I've always liked the tightrope piece by the artist Janine Antoni- she's a dreamer of my same ilk.