Juggling Balloon Man

I am a juggler, I have been, intermittently since the turn of the millenium.

As such, I tend to throw things a lot, everywhere I go.

There is a prop bag within walking distance, Always.
This would include a plethura of things:
Metallic and Crystal Spheres for contact juggling
An assortment of juggling balls
Rings (brightly colored circular manipulators)
Cigar Boxes (brighty colored oblong cubical manipulators)
Clubs (of the juggling kind, not the ones that play loud music and serve alchoholic beverages)
Fire skewers (suitable for flame-play and fire eating and or breathing)
generally unicycles and rola-bolas are too cumbersome to fit into travelling bags but they are around somewhere.
But the most recent and exciting addition is balloons.
No, not the big round ones that teenagers suck the helium out of to talk like mikey mouse.
The long skinny ones that clowns have used for the last eighty years to make poodles.

I have joined an unheard of community. One that supports and artform as dynamic as it is temporary. Balloon Twisting. Yes, for seven months I've learned to twist and tangle little peices of plastic to resemble some amazingly ridiculous things.
Sure, I do, dogs, cats, birds, hearts and flowers.
I also create juggling bears on unicycles, giant monkeys on trees, repleat with bananas and/or coconuts. Once, in a fit of boredom I made a six foot chinese dragon out of a little air and colored latex.
I'm not the best, I'm not even that good compared to some.

But the most important thing that I do, is not what I make, or how many things I can juggle.

It is the smiles that happen as the result.