In Search of Fear

Notes from a high-wire artist

Lapham’s Quarterly
9 min readNov 29, 2018
‘The Forest in Winter at Sunset’ by Théodore Rousseau, c. 1846–67, © The Metropolitan Museum of Art, Gift of P.A.B. Widener, 1911

By Philippe Petit

A void like that is terrifying. Prisoner of a morsel of space, you will struggle desperately against occult elements: the absence of matter, the smell of balance, vertigo from all sides, and the dark desire to return to the ground, even to fall. This dizziness is the drama of high-wire walking, but that is not what I am afraid of.

After long hours of training for a walk, a moment comes when there are no more difficulties. It is at this moment that many have perished. But in this moment I am also not afraid.

If an exercise resists me during rehearsal, and if it continues to do so a little more each day, to the point of becoming untenable, I prepare a substitute exercise — in case panic grabs me during a performance. I approach it slyly, surreptitiously. But I always want to persist, to feel the pride of conquering it. In spite of that, I sometimes give up the struggle. But I do so without any fear. I am never afraid on the wire. I am too busy.

I am a living symbol of the white man’s fear.

— Winnie Mandela, 1985

But you are afraid of something. I can hear it in your voice. What is it?

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