Word Lab

Mushrooms grow breathlessly in the woods, words fall out of our mouths on their own. They build skies, form nets, tangle in the hands and hair of a woman from Podlasie. Come, sit on a blanket and let yourself be guided. Holding our own carte blanche, we'll talk about what stops our gaze and emotions. Maybe we'll read? Will we write something for the theater? Anything can happen when people are comfortable with each other. It's a forest. A forest of words.