The clown’s world is enormous compared to the actor’s world. The actor’s world is dictated by rules: women are not six-feet-tall—if they are, men will stand on boxes. In college I rarely got cast (zombie meteorologist or leggy burlesque dancer #2). After graduation, I enrolled in a clown workshop. Clown is imperfection, chaos, failure; acting is perfection, order, success. The clown questions, comments, thrusts herself into the world; the actor waits by phone, internalizes rejection, blames the gods. When I put on my nose, I am child, creator, my only task to let go and experience the present moment.