DukkeHus : Under a horsetail waterfall

He moves quickly towards her and gently picks her up in his huge hand. He takes her to a shore where they board a little wooden boat. And they sail on a vast sea, tossed on giant waves of silk.

Contemplating murder.

The golden-framed painting of his face stared at him from the wall. He stood as he did often, admiring it. Contemplating his most gratifying pastime...

Moments of creative thought.

During the writing process of DukkeHus there were many moments of creative thought inspired by my past work in rehearsal rooms...

More narrative underpinning

Is all of this shit only surfacing because of a more global and social media world? How many generations have suffered in silence?