For the first time, Katelijne started creating a performance from a very personal fact: missing her deceased father. From the need to remove the invisibility of grief and to emphasize once again that there is no step-by-step plan or end point, she gives an insight into how grief makes its way through her life and squeezes out through all the pores in her body at the most unwanted moments. The search was: to convert the personal into a universal story. Her wish was: to make the audience feel something.

Swomp is a swamp. Swomp is a swamp. It is full of drops that have made buckets overflow, deep valleys and sharp edges. It is deafeningly quiet, because language has been lost. But if you sink deep enough, you can also laugh. Because there is a clown.