Wednesday, August 13, 2025

🥧 Day 3 at Mooseburger Clown Arts Camp 🥧

We kicked off day 3 with breakfast, where the caffeine flowed and the conversations were a delightful mix of “How did you sleep?” and “Has anyone seen my rubber chicken?”

Next up for me was Clowning 101, a perfect morning warm-up for body, soul, and funny bone. We played with character work, timing, imagination, and the art of clown logic (If you believe it, so will the audience). Then more makeup work.

The AM gag rehearsal followed, my first rehearsal for the gag I'd be participating in at the All-Star Clown Show at the end of the week called "Is It Time Yet?"—controlled chaos at its finest. Props were flying, punchlines were tested, blocking was attempted, and we all learned that sometimes the funniest moments come from happy accidents. As a clown (and as a person) failure truly is your friend!



Lunch gave us a breather and time to refuel. Camp meals are their own form of performance art—somehow there’s always room for dessert, no matter how much you swear you’re full.

In the afternoon, I headed to my workshop of choice: Mime: The Language of Clowns with the brilliant Karen Hoyer. Karen took us deep into the world of silent expression—how to tell whole stories without saying a word, how to create invisible worlds, and how to make audiences laugh or sigh with just a look or a gesture. It was like unlocking a new superpower!

After that, the energy level soared with the legendary annual Pie Fight. Whipped shaving soap flew, laughter echoed, and dignity was checked at the door. While the "fight" took place outside, I think the cleanup crew still deserves a medal.



Free time gave everyone a chance to regroup (and maybe get the last of the soap out of their hair), then we gathered for dinner before one of camp’s biggest events: the Scholarship Auction. The bidding wars were fierce, the auctioneers hilarious, and generosity was on full display. Every dollar raised helps keep the joy of clowning alive for future campers.

We ended the day tired, happy, and with the scent of shaving soap still in the air. Bedtime came as a welcome friend—tomorrow promises more laughs and more learning.

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