My biggest hero is a conductor who for many years worked on the daily train from Ulm to Munich in the early hours of the morning...who in a way very much impressed me and saved me many theatre visits:
His whistle to signal the train's start was always a small concert with a new rhythm and tune every day.
He always checked our tickets with a smile on his face, a spring in his step and a delightfully playful manner about him.
He helped us with our homework and would reward us for doing it by pulling out some chocolate treat from his suit pocket and giving it to us with a wink and a smile...and my wholemeal apple bread lost all of its meaning...
This conductor managed to put the entire train in a good mood...at 6:33 in the morning!
...and I think that is where live art began for me: by turning a supposedly boring and monotonous everyday task into a beautiful game; by finding the fun part in small everyday things...and also where it is not expected.