Join hands with us to patron our Artists-In-Residence, gearing towards their first ever Kamatipura Art Festival!!
A Journey of Waves, Words, and Wonder
Our beachside workshop began with a ferry ride, setting the stage for a day filled with imagination and collective creativity. A spontaneous theatrical interaction—"Naam kya hai?" "Radha." "Kahan jaa rahi hai?" "Alibaug."—sparked laughter and playfulness as everyone stepped into characters. Participants responded with full-hearted enthusiasm to mime and improv exercises, warming up for the Forum Theatre rehearsal centered around diabetes. The shoreline became our rehearsal space, where we sang, drew in the sand, screamed to the sea, played antakshari, and picked shells to gild later. Every moment flowed organically from joy to reflection, and from play to purpose.
Artful Conversations and Honest Sharing
Back home, as shells were carefully covered in gold leaf, the space naturally shifted into deep conversations. A poem by Faiz on love opened the floodgates for participants to share intimate stories—of love, trauma, survival, and discovery. The group held space for one another with care as topics like female sexuality and autonomy came up—many exploring these themes for the first time. It was a rare, open-hearted dialogue. Meanwhile, art continued—two participants expressed interest in color mixing; one explored dry pastels, the other worked with wet mediums. Supplies were shared, and small sparks of creative practice were kindled to carry home.
Solidarity, Theatre, and Collective Voice
As rehearsals continued into the night for Baby ka Rasagulla, bonds deepened. The small group dynamic allowed for more intimate reflection and restful sleep. Everyone expressed excitement about the upcoming 10-day residency, with a shared sense of clarity and purpose about the journey ahead. What stood out most was the feeling of equality—this time, it truly felt like we had created something together, as one unit. The day closed with an unexpected note of protest—when denied fair boarding on a ferry, one of us sparked a spontaneous, spirited protest joined by participants and even the public. Nothing changed officially, but something vital was affirmed: our voices matter when raised together.