The first year I worked RenFair, I got bit by it. I just thought this is great entertainment; it's improvisational and it's one-on-one with the audience. In my former role as an out-of-work director, Isabella Tearsheet, I would walk around the fair asking people to act a scene with me and then petition the king to give me a theater based on my acting prowess. I'd teach people how to swoon, die and belch like the rich and famous.
Isabella was a very physical character, and that's why I liked her. I once had to crawl on the ground and toss dirt on myself in the throws of a death scene because I won't ask any audience member at the festival to do anything I won't do myself. Because the character I created was out of work, nothing I wore could match, so I looked kind of like a walking Renaissance flea market. My costume consisted of completely mismatched pantaloons, skirts, a chemise blouse and a bodice. You can't eat a lot in the corset; I'd have to get the purveyors of food to wrap my medieval turkey leg up in some modern-day tin foil so I could munch on it throughout the day.
Hot Georgia summers can be the most challenging aspect of RenFair, but playing a peasant allowed me to hike up my skirt and wipe my face with it and still stay in character. On those particularly hot days when everyone got a little more lethargic, I directed people to shady spots and sat and relaxed with them. Ultimately it's all about giving the people what they need, whether it is entertainment, shopping suggestions or directions.
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