In the year 2013, I was flying on an airplane and got one of those free newspapers that they hand out. Now, I know that one article, I was going to find, would affect me for the next years to come. The headline said: “Nicht lustig” (“Not funny”). The artice was talking about a mysterious clown that was sighted in the streets of Northampton. People liked him as much as they hated him.
That idea followed me to the southwest of Germany where I kept thinking about the backstory of a person whom may want to dress up at night to hide himself as much as he would like to go out and get attention.
As a female storyteller, I felt connected to that secret figure in several different ways. One part is that playfull challenge a clown would go through being faced with pedestrians.