CLOWN WORKSHOP 🤡

Recently, clowning quietly entered our community life: not as a show, but as a way to play, to be naive, and to meet each other with less seriousness and more heart.

What started as a spontaneous workshop turned into a small celebration of silliness. Red noses appeared, people moved freely, played, laughed, and surprised themselves. Some even stepped into tiny solo moments, discovering their inner clown without trying too hard.

For me, clowning has been a long love story. I found it by accident years ago, and since then it has followed me through cities and countries through theaters, South American masks in India, children's hospitals, and strangers who became partners in play. Clowning always asks for others; it cannot exist alone.

This gathering felt like proof that the playful, foolish, tender clown is already living among us. Maybe this was just a beginning. Maybe one day it grows into something bigger — a course, a ritual, a roaming clown parade, who knows.

For now, it remains a warm memory of people allowing themselves to be a little ridiculous and very alive together.