Sounds swirls around us, tongues of silence speaks of love, breathing, heavy, calm, teardrops falling in tin-bowls, silent sobbing, sand sliding through fingers and hands, firewood cracks open, red and green stars, the dust is descending inside these walls, condensed thoughts, lumps in throats, eyelashes clashing, hanging birch-wood-branches, spirits memories…

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…