Children are called dreamers, often giving wings to all that is invisible or already known or fixed. They provoke ambiguity and make friends easily with the unknown. The unknown is always looking for forms, through unconscious actions and behaviors. In addition, the unknown can sometimes make itself visible to the child. Gradually aging in the playgrounds, I notice that the "real" is only the result of a collective contract and based on territory. Identity then becomes a construct as a result, but it is a threshold - a bit of the unknown and the familiar, and something reproducible. Like a glimpse of recognition and absurdity between fiction and reality, constantly creating us with the content of different fictions.There are no clear boundaries within the parameters established in reality. Thanks to this insight, the boundary between fiction and reality disappears. The blurring of this boundary stems from my deeper understanding of what might be the engagement between humans and the environment. Inclusivity. There are wild animals, people and forms of life in the world for which our system lacks any flow of information. Yet the world offers a far more communicative reality and ways of movement with interaction than we ever know or think. 

I remember playing with other children in kindergarten and not needing to negotiate in words or know what game was played, in order to interact on the playground. The collective endeavor and togetherness alone provided enough playful and respectful atmosphere. In doing so, all the activities seemed to be self-evident to everyone. Rules, boundaries and common understanding settled down during the play, and the playground became an endless inventor of the universes, constantly searching for new levels, attitudes and games.