
My name is Symphanie Giroux. In 2019, I stepped into a studio in Kitchener, Ontario, and wrapped my hands around aerial silks for the very first time. That moment changed everything.
I didn’t just fall in love with aerial arts—I fell into myself. The silks lifted more than just my body; they lifted the heavy weight of mental struggles I had carried for too long. Suddenly, I felt light, powerful, and free. I never missed a single registration. Every class became a ritual of healing, every drop a conversation between fear and trust, every climb a declaration of strength.
As the years passed, my curiosity grew. I completed the studio’s curriculum, then dove into my own exploration of style, expression, and apparatus. I became enchanted not only by silks and hoop, but by hammock, corde lisse, loops, trapeze, straps, aerial cube, Spanish web, and flying pole. Each one offered a different voice, a new way to tell a story.
I began performing—first in studio showcases, then at the Conrad Centre for the Performing Arts, and eventually on set for filmed productions. I found myself chasing not just the next skill, but the next chance to move people with movement itself.
In January 2025, I joined the Tri-City Centre for Circus Arts as an instructor. Teaching was a turning point I never expected. It deepened my love for aerial, but more importantly, it gave me a new lens of gratitude and humility. I began to see my students not just as learners, but as mirrors—reflections of every phase I had walked through.
Living with OCD has taught me to strive for perfection, sometimes to a fault. Teaching has softened that. It’s shown me that beauty lives in the mess of growth, in the wobble of trying something new, in the spark of joy when someone lifts off the ground for the first time.
For years, I tried to follow the “right” path. I enrolled in respiratory therapy college, thinking I needed a stable, conventional life. A good job. A sensible future.
But none of it lit me up.
I couldn’t shake the call to create, to move, to shine. I wanted to dance in the air, not sit behind a desk. I realized that passion isn’t a luxury—it’s a compass. And mine was pointing firmly toward the sky.
As I began navigating the performance world alone, something beautiful happened. People started reaching out—charity organizers, event planners, musicians. I realized I was building something bigger than myself. I needed a name that matched the magic.
Le Cirque de Symphanie was born—named with love, inspired by my mother, and brought to life with every performance since.
Over the past few years, I’ve woven my passion into unforgettable moments. From quiet, candle-lit private events to grand stages like Tapestry Hall in Cambridge—where ceilings seem built for dreams—I’ve made it my mission to transform space into story.
Whether I’m pouring champagne from a split or floating through ambient aerial sets, my intention is always the same: To create moments that linger.
Each performance is a blank canvas. Each space, a new sky to soar through.
I perform because movement is a language—a way to speak when words fall short. Aerial arts invites us to look up, both literally and emotionally.
When the world feels heavy, I rise—and I lift others with me.
This is more than performance. This is purpose.
This is Le Cirque de Symphanie.
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