tribute

I am a bit melancholic as I am heading Cluj, one of my dearest cities. The first time I was there was a few years ago, for the opening Nocturne for Incubator107 Cluj. I was with people whom I still love and miss, especially Stefana. So this post is (with) a special dedication for her. She is in The U.S. for now, a “now” undefined in time. My mind goes back in a flash to all those years spent in the attic, in Traian Square, the place where all the magic took place..
My time spent with Incubator107 Bucharest was the most transformative period of my life. I still don’t know if we as a community were the ones creating and constructing the project or IT was creating each one of us. What is sure, for anyone who ever made part of the community is that with all its magic, Incubator107 came also with a transformation in our lives.
The most amazing and the most inspiring events where the Nocturnes, the opening nights for every new themed month at Incubator107. Those were not just simple events, but shows in which all of us were at the same time actors and spectators, stage lights and soundtracks. Those were the moments when we were only one organism, the Nocturne, as if it was a living being with thousands of legs and hands and minds and hearts, put together just to exist in its sole purpose of providing magic/inspiration/awe/love etc(and here for sure could be put thousands of words,  one or more for all the people who ever took part in a Nocturne) for all its “body” parts, we, the project founders, volunteers and guests- curious and open-hearted. When I look back now, after all these years, I see what was the catalyst, or better said, who was behind the creative process who culminated every single time with more than 100 mesmerized people. Stefana was always there to dream about a Nocturne and make it happen by guiding us, the team and the volunteers. She was not only imagining an event with its theme, its structure and all its components, but she was giving life to an experience with its own spirit. There are moments when I feel like she was, at the same time, indirectly, guiding, directing our lives, as we were all breathing Incubator107, it was our air. Maybe for some years, we didn’t live at all, only Incubator107 lived through each one of us. And at the end, we were all transformed

A nocturne was as powerful only as a labyrinth theater show, something (something which you should know about that is profoundly life-changing) I’ve got to know and experience also by means provided by Stefana. It was again in the attic when/where I’ve created (with my team) and also enjoyed my first sensory labyrinth, under the guidance of Stefana and Lavinia. A labyrinth is exactly what its name says about it: a labyrinth of sensations, feelings, textures, emotions, people, memories, dreams and much more. You go inside as yourself and when you come out, everything is upside down in your heart and mind, but in a good way, in a transcendental way.  Now that I am writing it feels like I am connecting with those experiences again and I am living them one more time..I could have not believed back then where life would take me, as I cannot predict what is going to happen tomorrow or next year..I can only live the “now”, as Stefana is living hers, learning from my memories to direct at least my own life show,  as she was once directing Nocturnes and Labyrinths, hoping one day I will get to experience and enjoy something else she will create: a project, a movie, an event or simply a walk by her side in the Botanical Garden.

reconectare

de cand un suflet de pui de om se cuibareste in bratele mele zi si noapte, prioritatile s-au schimbat si viata toata e alta.

zilele curg intr-un ritm nou, doar de ele stiut, un ritm pentru care exista doar clipa si respiratia minunii pentru care bratele mele sunt “acasa”.

mi-am schimbat numele, insa un fragment din mine inca raspunde la numele înlocuit. Blogul ramane acelasi.

pofta de scris a revenit, sa vedem cat tine. Cat despre curajul de a pune aici in ochii vostri ceea ce se intampla acolo, ascuns in ganduri, el e si mai fragil.

 

 

Scoala si educatia in ochii copiilor

In februarie  2014 am provocat elevii unei clase a VII-a la un atelier de imaginatie si improvizatie. La  prima intalnire au venit 6 si-am stabilit impreuna sa continuam exercitiul saptamanal.  Au urmat intalniri cu din ce in ce mai multi elevi care veneau pentru ca era oaza din saptamana in care ei putea sa-si exprime liber ideile si sa creeze impreuna experiente relevante de invatare. Am avut ultima intalnire in prag de vacanta mare si-a ramas sa ne reintalnim la anul, sa punem la cale un spectacol ce imbina  joaca si creativitatea lor cu exercitii din teatru si improvizatie. In numeroase dati, i-am intrebat despre cum vad ei scoala – ce le place si ce-ar trebui schimbat . Azi am primit raspuns scris de la una dintre eleve, Alexandra,  raspuns pe care vi-l impartasesc aici. Textul ii apartine in intregime.

Educatia

In ochii mei, elev de clasa a VII-a totul este complicat.

Unii profesori vor ca la orele lor sa fii mereu de nota zece, dar ei poate nu se gandesc ca pe langa ora lor mai avem inca cinci ore la care profesorii isi doresc sa fii de zece. Da, poate asta este corect, dar si noi putem alege sau intelege ce se preda la o anumita materie mai mult. Imi amintesc ca la inceput se dau teste initiale si am dat sase intr-o zi. Nu, nu este corect pentru ca noi nu putem sa retinem tot.

Copiii protesteaza fata de sistemul de invatamant in felul lor: desconsidera profesorul care ii subestimeaza, sunt nemilosi cu profesorul care nu-i poate stapani. Si totusi, subfinantarea educatiei a reusit o schimbare: azi, multi profesori nu se mai ridica la asteptarile copilului, nici ale parintelui.

Cu tot cu formare si reformare, prapastia e oricum intretinuta de acest sistem clasic, iar scoala pare azi chiar si pentru cei mai curiosi copii, o puscarie inutila, dar obligatorie. Douazeci de ani de reformare n-au fost in stare sa pregateasca tinerii pentru viata. Subfinantarea educatiei a reusit doar sa aduca in mizerie statutul de profesor.

Un profesor se ocupa numai de preferatii lui, altul da note pe poezii invatate pe de rost.  Si de unde pretentia ca toti elevii sa fie pasionati de exact ceea ce vrea profesorul din trecut cand profesorul era cineva in societate si invatamantul era de calitate.

O poveste despre profesori

Programul de master Pedagogii Alternative si Arta Teatrala in Educatie (Ped-Arte)

~o poveste despre profesori care descopera si se descopera pe ei insisi, invatand unii de la altii~

Povestea de joia aceasta este una mai speciala. Nu este despre un singur om, ci despre un grup de oameni  care inspira si se inspira unii pe altii. Este o poveste ca o vedere de sus, dintr-un balon cu aer cald, a tot ceea ce se intinde dedesubt: pasuni, varfuri cu urme de zapada, rauri si nori, catune; a tot ceea ce ar putea sta scris intre copertile unui jurnal colaborativ, in care fiecare dintre noi, studentii, scriem pe parcursul acestor 2 ani de studiu, marturie a procesului creativ si a povestii din spate, explicatie si incitare la lecturarea unor carti vii, in continua transformare.

Scriu astfel un fragment din jurnalul primului an, ce se intampla inca, a primei jumatati dintr-un experiment cu studenti pasionati de pedagogii alternative si teatru, de invatare si explorare in toate formele si culorile. Chiar si asa, pot doar schita aici aceste cateva idei ce ar putea tine loc de titlu al intregii povesti. Povestea se scrie in fiecare zi de vineri si sambata de la cele 2 mese-elipse de la facultate, din cercul de scaune de la exercitiile de teatru de miercuri, din agendele noastre zilnice si din franturile de ganduri care ne invadeaza calatoriile in noi, in comunitatile in care ajungem, in orasele carora le oferim timpul nostru.

E o poveste in care, cu cat ne adancim mai mult, cu atat e mai luminos si mai complex. La inceput zburau in jurul nostru idei razlete, ca piese de puzzle, fiecare cu alt model pe spate. Nu doar ca avem de potrivit fiecare piesa la locul ei, ci si de descoperit carui puzzle apartine. La un moment dat am inceput sa vedem ca toate modele de pe spate s-au trasformat de fapt in verde crud-atat si ca piesele pot fi combinate si alaturate in toate modurile dorite sau imaginate de noi.

Ce facem noi de fapt?

Ne jucam. Invatam. Dezbatem. Privim. Ascultam. Simtim. Intelegem. Sintetizam. Exploram. Intrebam. Raspundem. Cu si despre pedagogii alternative: deocamdata Freinet, Montessori,Waldorf si exercitii teatrale care ne deschid si largesc spatiul de confort si pe care le putem folosi in lucrul cu elevii (ca metode de predare, de cunoastere, de coordonare a grupului..). Toate variantele de mai sus, in acelasi timp.

Am ajuns la scopul experimentului nostru, fara sa-l cautam dinadins: luam farame de invataura, stiluri, idei si cream mixul care ni se potriveste – noua si celor pe care ii inspiram ;  experimentam, adaptand, jocuri si metode; descoperim oameni ale caror idei, vizuni si magie rezonam; construim impreuna. Un program de master – calatorie si pregatiri de drum, experiment si revolutie, realitati si vise impartasite, intrebare si raspuns – care zi de zi ne provoaca sa privim in jur si sa vedem in noi.

Articol publicat initial pentru Bugetarii veseli, in cadrul proiectului “Povestea de joi”