Some horrible misfortunes in my personal life has brought me a new understanding for this cardistry as an art concept.
Unfortunately I have spent alot of the last month in hospital waiting rooms. Alot of my close friends have been struck with health problems, and it hurts me to say they are all very serious. Usually when I sit in any waiting room i do not play with cards. I do not do anything, i dont read the magazines or talk to the other people there. Im always very placid. But when most recently, a member of your best friends family, who are like your second family, is in a car collision with a truck, and you have to sit in the waiting room, something else is there with you, me i should say. I usually loose myself in my thoughs, but i cant do it when there is something there that is weighing down on my shoulders. No one knowing what to say. Not knowing yourself what to say when the persons 5 year old daughter sits on your knee and asks when we can go home. I had cards with me.
First thing to know, i dont consider myself a flourisher, in my time i have spent 8 hours a day with cards yes, but my passion is at the card table. Those sleights, and there are no tables in that waiting room. Just those damn chairs.
For the last while, maybe a year, simply to see if i would catch the bug, i starting trying my hand at card flourishes.
I enjoy it. I am not obsessed with it, But in the waiting room, it's what i wanted to do. I did not want to do magic tricks. Everyone had glazed over red eyes from the tears being wiped from them, or the tears waiting to fall from them, there's no way anyone could stomach an entertainer moving around the room, there's no way i could stomach doing it. But, to myself at first, I started making the cards move. I dont know anything too complicated, but thats not the point. Slow, steady and smooth cardistry was what i was doing. It got me through hours in that hateful room. I dont know for how many hours i was in the room doing it, but i know for at least five minutes nobody in the room had anything on their mind except watching the cards flow in different shapes. There was no music in the room, but looking back a few hours, i like to think everyone had their own music playing in their head, because i did, it's what i was moving to. This song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35F6d2Utlpg). It's been in my head ever since.
Apart form sharing my story, i want to share something i didn't know before. We know that magic can make people laugh, question their beliefs, it can make people cry, it can make people feel almost anything. But i didn't know it was possible for people to enjoy sad cardistry. I have a whole different view of it.
I apologise in advance for any error in grammar or spelling, i haven't slept in while.
Thanks for reading.
-Kevin.
Unfortunately I have spent alot of the last month in hospital waiting rooms. Alot of my close friends have been struck with health problems, and it hurts me to say they are all very serious. Usually when I sit in any waiting room i do not play with cards. I do not do anything, i dont read the magazines or talk to the other people there. Im always very placid. But when most recently, a member of your best friends family, who are like your second family, is in a car collision with a truck, and you have to sit in the waiting room, something else is there with you, me i should say. I usually loose myself in my thoughs, but i cant do it when there is something there that is weighing down on my shoulders. No one knowing what to say. Not knowing yourself what to say when the persons 5 year old daughter sits on your knee and asks when we can go home. I had cards with me.
First thing to know, i dont consider myself a flourisher, in my time i have spent 8 hours a day with cards yes, but my passion is at the card table. Those sleights, and there are no tables in that waiting room. Just those damn chairs.
For the last while, maybe a year, simply to see if i would catch the bug, i starting trying my hand at card flourishes.
I enjoy it. I am not obsessed with it, But in the waiting room, it's what i wanted to do. I did not want to do magic tricks. Everyone had glazed over red eyes from the tears being wiped from them, or the tears waiting to fall from them, there's no way anyone could stomach an entertainer moving around the room, there's no way i could stomach doing it. But, to myself at first, I started making the cards move. I dont know anything too complicated, but thats not the point. Slow, steady and smooth cardistry was what i was doing. It got me through hours in that hateful room. I dont know for how many hours i was in the room doing it, but i know for at least five minutes nobody in the room had anything on their mind except watching the cards flow in different shapes. There was no music in the room, but looking back a few hours, i like to think everyone had their own music playing in their head, because i did, it's what i was moving to. This song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=35F6d2Utlpg). It's been in my head ever since.
Apart form sharing my story, i want to share something i didn't know before. We know that magic can make people laugh, question their beliefs, it can make people cry, it can make people feel almost anything. But i didn't know it was possible for people to enjoy sad cardistry. I have a whole different view of it.
I apologise in advance for any error in grammar or spelling, i haven't slept in while.
Thanks for reading.
-Kevin.