THE PLAYFUL MOTHER
THE PLAYFUL MOTHER
THE PLAYFUL MOTHER
Looking at all the possible meanings of the verb ‘play’, there it was, I found an answer to what I was actually doing by setting the timer and running to fit into my mother’s lap within ten seconds.
Looking at all the possible meanings of the verb ‘play’, there it was, I found an answer to what I was actually doing by setting the timer and running to fit into my mother’s lap within ten seconds.
Looking at all the possible meanings of the verb ‘play’, there it was, I found an answer to what I was actually doing by setting the timer and running to fit into my mother’s lap within ten seconds.
The first time it felt so weird for my mother. She had just come out of the shower with wet hair. I was playing with my mother’s body and I was writing it down with light.
The first time it felt so weird for my mother. She had just come out of the shower with wet hair. I was playing with my mother’s body and I was writing it down with light.
The first time it felt so weird for my mother. She had just come out of the shower with wet hair. I was playing with my mother’s body and I was writing it down with light.
The play is improvised, the actors play themselves, it is all staged yet natural. The bodily constellations are all very different from each other.
The play is improvised, the actors play themselves, it is all staged yet natural. The bodily constellations are all very different from each other.
The play is improvised, the actors play themselves, it is all staged yet natural. The bodily constellations are all very different from each other.
Every mother-child duo has their own rules and games to play. And I still play with my mother’s body in the bodies of other mothers. I play through the ‘holding environment’.
Every mother-child duo has their own rules and games to play. And I still play with my mother’s body in the bodies of other mothers. I play through the ‘holding environment’.
Every mother-child duo has their own rules and games to play. And I still play with my mother’s body in the bodies of other mothers. I play through the ‘holding environment’.
A continuous search of where to fit in, through a gesture of doubling.
A continuous search of where to fit in, through a gesture of doubling.
A continuous search of where to fit in, through a gesture of doubling.
...the table where your parents made you suffer. And the bed where you lie with your husband, where your children were born and you will die. –Louise Bourgeois, 1979
...the table where your parents made you suffer. And the bed where you lie with your husband, where your children were born and you will die. –Louise Bourgeois, 1979
...the table where your parents made you suffer. And the bed where you lie with your husband, where your children were born and you will die. –Louise Bourgeois, 1979
If you had a happy childhood, the separation of your parents, no matter how old you are when you face it, leaves a void in you.
If you had a happy childhood, the separation of your parents, no matter how old you are when you face it, leaves a void in you.
If you had a happy childhood, the separation of your parents, no matter how old you are when you face it, leaves a void in you.
The absence permeates the house. Not just the bed.
The absence permeates the house. Not just the bed.
The absence permeates the house. Not just the bed.
And the weight that moves away from the bed is carried over to the child who feels it even heavier..
And the weight that moves away from the bed is carried over to the child who feels it even heavier..
And the weight that moves away from the bed is carried over to the child who feels it even heavier..
What happened to the game they were playing?
What happened to the game they were playing?
What happened to the game they were playing?
The game in between the father and daughter is destructed.
The game in between the father and daughter is destructed.
The game in between the father and daughter is destructed.
How is a child left to position the self towards the one who betrays, the one who leaves?
How is a child left to position the self towards the one who betrays, the one who leaves?
How is a child left to position the self towards the one who betrays, the one who leaves?
The play between the father and the little girl succumbs to the unbearable wish to stand for the playful, the mother, the playful mother.
The play between the father and the little girl succumbs to the unbearable wish to stand for the playful, the mother, the playful mother.
The play between the father and the little girl succumbs to the unbearable wish to stand for the playful, the mother, the playful mother.
Everyday you have to abandon your past or accept it and then if you cannot accept it you become a sculptor. –Louise Bourgeois, 1982
Everyday you have to abandon your past or accept it and then if you cannot accept it you become a sculptor. –Louise Bourgeois, 1982
Everyday you have to abandon your past or accept it and then if you cannot accept it you become a sculptor. –Louise Bourgeois, 1982
We are all homesick for the mother; for the mother from the ’playful past’, when playing was the main activity in our daily lives as children.
We are all homesick for the mother; for the mother from the ’playful past’, when playing was the main activity in our daily lives as children.
We are all homesick for the mother; for the mother from the ’playful past’, when playing was the main activity in our daily lives as children.
Playing again with the mother after years feels nostalgic. Nostalgia used to be a medical term for homesickness.
Playing again with the mother after years feels nostalgic. Nostalgia used to be a medical term for homesickness.
Playing again with the mother after years feels nostalgic. Nostalgia used to be a medical term for homesickness.
The play in the double portrait becomes a retrospection a meditation on the past, on the present, and perhaps even the future when one will be left behind, in that sorrowful future.
The play in the double portrait becomes a retrospection a meditation on the past, on the present, and perhaps even the future when one will be left behind, in that sorrowful future.
The play in the double portrait becomes a retrospection a meditation on the past, on the present, and perhaps even the future when one will be left behind, in that sorrowful future.
No more playing.
No more playing.
No more playing.