Every Friday, for a period that I will remember for a long time, I taught a class at Oca Studio that was designed to do one thing: to transmute and be seduced by life.
Not to relax. Not to stretch. To transmute. To reconnect. To take the accumulated weight of a week — the meetings, the microaggressions, the decisions, the unfulfilled intentions, the small defeats that pile up without anyone noticing — and move it through the body so completely that it could no longer stay in its original form.
The class was somatic dance. Fast-paced. Choreography-based. A lot of squats and effort, a lot of sweat and laughs, very little talking. I was deliberate about that last part. This was not a space for processing out loud. Processing was done through the body — through the legs, the arms, the spine, the pelvis, the face. The body knows things before the mind has language for them. I trusted that, and I asked the participants to trust it too.
What happens twenty minutes in
The sessions always started with the week still in the room. You could feel it — the tension in shoulders, the guardedness, the slight self-consciousness of people who have been performing professionalism for five days and are not yet sure they have permission to be otherwise. And then the music started, and the movement started, and somewhere in the middle of a sequence — often around twenty minutes in, when the body had warmed up enough that the ego had relaxed its grip — something shifted.
I watched it happen every week. The laughter that arrives not because something is funny but because the body is releasing something it has been holding. The tears sometimes. The particular quality of tiredness after somatic work, which is completely different from the tiredness of overwork — one depletes, the other restores. And at the end, every time, without exception: people left smiling. Not because I asked them to. Because the body had done its work.
This is what I mean when I say transmutation. Not transformation — which implies becoming something different. Transmutation: taking what is there and changing its state. Dense into light. Held into released. Carried into offered.
"The most honest test of any designed experience: did it change the state of the person inside it? Not their opinion. Their state."
The reference point
The Grazzie.Move classes at Oca Studio were, in retrospect, one of the most direct expressions of my work. Not the most visible, not the most documented, but perhaps the most true. Because they required no conceptual scaffolding. The result was in the room. You either finished the class lighter than you arrived, or you did not. The work was real-time and immediately verifiable.
I think about those Fridays often when I am working on projects that are more mediated — installations, written frameworks, producing research, conceptual architectures. They remind me that the body is always the reference point. That intelligence, in its fullest form, lives not just in the mind but in the gesture, the rhythm, the willingness to be moved.
Everything I am building now — Alive Sculptures, Intertwine, Ambisonic Xiré — carries that Friday energy somewhere inside it. The belief that experience, when it is real, changes the state of a person. Not their opinion. Their state.
"The body knows things before the mind has language for them. I trusted that. The participants learned to trust it too."