Honoured to teach improvisation in Mostar
Returning to Mostar felt like returning to a place where creativity breathes a little differently.
I walked into Druga gimnazija expecting to teach a workshop, yet I left carrying something far more meaningful.
My dear friend, journalist Lejla Brkić, wrote a beautiful piece about the event for Bljesak.info. Someone who understands both my work and my heart was there to witness it. This made the whole experience feel even more special.
The Meaning of Improvisation
Improvisation has always been, for me, a kind of quiet magic.
It is not chaos.
It is not randomness.
It is the courage to trust the moment and to let sound, instinct, and emotion meet in a place where nothing is planned and everything is possible.
When I teach improvisation, I try to give students permission to let go.
To discover that creativity doesn’t have to be perfect to be true.
To feel the freedom of creating something that didn’t exist a second before.
A Day of Shared Creativity
The students in Mostar greeted this idea with a kind of fearless curiosity that moved me deeply.
We began simply, with small gestures of sound, but soon the room filled with voices and textures that felt honest and alive. They explored without hesitation. They listened to each other. They took risks without needing reassurance.
Later, when Bakir Crnomerović joined us, the energy shifted again. Together with the teachers and students, we created a poetic–musical moment that felt less like a performance and more like a shared breath.
In that brief, unrepeatable moment I was reminded that creativity blooms most beautifully when everyone is allowed to contribute their own light.
Why It Matters
Improvisation teaches us something essential: that not knowing is not a weakness, but an opening.
It invites us to step forward without certainty, to transform hesitation into expression, and to trust that something beautiful can emerge from the unknown.
I hope the students carry that feeling with them, not only in music, but in their lives.
And I carry Mostar with me too, as a reminder of how powerful a shared moment of creation can be.
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