I am The Playmate. I am a kind of clown. The kind that want to remind us of the child within. The clown is stumbling, maybe falling – but always rising again. Wanting to create space for Serious Play, celebrating curiosity, all feelings allowed. In the playground I want to create, there is no place for competition. It is a space, a laboratory, where questions with no answers are encouraged….
We long for A moment when our contours are dissolved and becomes part of everything and everyone Body more than mind A place to feel togetherness A place without mingling, without conversation, without prestige A church without religion A pause filled with all hours we lived through, where time doesn’t exist Simplicity Repetition To acknowledge the magic in our actual reality To explore together, expand our boundaries, open and…
Meet Silva, a poetic animal in excess, a savage-in-the making. In her suitcase she brings the feet and feathers of a butchered rooster. Around her wrist a bracelet hangs: spiky black plastic picked up on a North Sea beach, a polymere token transported via currents and drifts from fellow birds nesting in the Great Pacific Plastic Gyre. What will she do for you, this Silva, this medium of the wild? Silva is…
I am quietly starting to prepare for my stay as a Visiting Artist at The Boarding School; which, however I can see now, could also be as a Visiting Teacher or a Visiting Researcher. I would like to make space for a laboratory, where the participants can explore the many ways into knowledge. So my question as a Researcher could be: what will happen, if we consider knowledge and learning as an initiating process, where…
The mix up of entomology and etymology has followed me. It all started with a member of the Cantharidae family gazing through the camera lens, followed up by a dried out cicada falling down from a tree as I cried. I felt I needed to realize something: For a long time I had thought that the humanistic science fields were the only true ones, as they derive from human experiences,…
