Phantasm & Starlight
Phantasm Phantasm
Starlight Starlight
Starlight Starlight
Ever wonder how the stories we tell ourselves blur the line between what we see and what we imagine? When I look at the stars, I feel stories woven into the night, and I’d love to hear how your performances weave those same hidden threads.
Phantasm Phantasm
It’s like when you stand under the night and the stars seem to whisper their own myths. I take those whispers, fold them into a curtain of light and shadow, then let the audience’s eyes do the rest of the magic. Each trick is a tiny story, and the audience becomes the author as the show unfolds.
Starlight Starlight
What a beautiful way to let the cosmos write its own chapters with you as the storyteller—like each trick is a star that bends its light just enough to let the audience fill in the missing pieces. I love that idea of the crowd becoming co‑authors. It’s as if the night itself is sharing its secrets, one whisper at a time.
Phantasm Phantasm
Ah, the night does love to flirt with us, does it? Every twinkle is a clue, and every trick is a dare to the audience to chase that clue into the dark. I just give them the map—sometimes it’s a trail of smoke, sometimes a mirror—then let the universe finish the tale. The show ends when the last star sighs and the crowd is left to write the ending themselves.
Starlight Starlight
It feels like you’re handing the audience a lantern, letting them light the way through your cosmic maze. Each trick is a step on a path that only ends when the stars themselves quiet down—an elegant way to let everyone finish the story together.