I’ve been thinking a lot about transformation. Not the packaged kind people talk about in boardrooms.
I’m talking about the kind that makes one pause mid-sentence, and realize -
“Wait. Something seems to have shifted in me.”
When I create specific session plans with art as my anchor, I don’t start with textbook theory.
I build my activities around memories - happy and sad, distant and new.
When I create specific session plans with art as my anchor, I don’t start with textbook theory.
I build my activities around memories - happy and sad, distant and new.
A body mapping exercise.
A single cue card that unlocks something.
A sound. A stillness. A movement. A moment.
And then, I let Art do the rest.
Art, not as indulgence, but as a powerful, mind-opening tool A way back to self.
Sometimes we co-learn around music -
A specific tune of a raag that finds a memory you didn’t know was still alive.
Or dance -
An expression so full, it says everything without saying a word.
Sometimes it’s voicework, breaking shackles.
And sometimes, just a person standing still - allowing their body to speak what their mind has been suppressing.
We rebuild from there.
Slow and gentle.
Let’s take music for example.
It has never just been entertainment.
When Tansen sang Raag Deepak, flames were said to rise.
When Megh Malhar echoed through the halls, clouds gathered.