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Tara Tofighi's avatar

I was at this talk this past Monday in Toronto. Loved the opening on the garden of childhood. As complicated as our internal worlds become, it was a reminder that everyone was once a child, and that everyone has an inner world as deep and surprising as our own.

We grow up to become self-conscious, afraid to be seen playing in case we look foolish. But the return to play is probably where our most vital and easeful selves live. Huge respect for what you do and thanks for this beautiful reflection.

Sal Randolph's avatar

I love this. One thought I had, having tried to play in museums many times, is that the social context of play also matters. Playing alone in a neighbor’s garden reminds me of Winnicott’s “playing alone in the presence of the mother” and Bachelard’s “the house shelters dreaming” — spaces where you are simultaneously safe and unobserved, free to imagine, to attempt, to fail, to reimagine. Museums, for all their wonder, are highly regulated spaces, so maybe they add special difficulties for the creation of oases. I remember trying to play with a model of one of Lygia Clark’s bichos under the very watchful eye of a museum guard. I didn’t last long.

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