Life is a circus
Playing around during the Corona period, which was heaven for me. A quiet world. It made me realise life ís a circus. Our behavior, being and doing everything possible, bucket lists and so on. It’s a facade.
Mother or daughter
No matter how I look at you, I can’t decide who you are.
I was wondering for a long time, why I always end up with rounds, balls, circles in my work, until I read a piece about hidden emotions and unsolved issues, which were explained as ‘rounds’. So that is what is happening here.
15 years old. Theatre and drama it was. ‘Femme-Fatale’, with wiggling knees.
Looking at you.And suddenly I discovered that you’re mum. Or my own child, which you are.