It's no secret that I create a lot of different stuff, from music and sculpture, to (more recently) videos, I have my fingers in a lot of creative pies. 


I just have this drive to create.  

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For me, creating stuff is ultimate freedom. When I'm not creating I feel caged in and trapped. 


I've been thinking quite a bit about why I have my finger in so many creative pies. I've finally started to unravel the thoughts and feelings surrounding my creative output. 


I want freedom. I want freedom of expression. I want freedom of time. I want freedom of materials and imagination. 


One of the "rules" of adulthood is that you don't get to create and imagine like a child. You're not allowed to have an illogical river of ideas and creativity, and if you do, you're certainly not allowed to express them. 

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To express yourself in an authentic creative way is to break society's rules. To live a completely creative life, free from corporate shackles is to defy the rules that are drilled into every tiny school student. Don't question, just follow. Don't create, just copy. Do what you're told, when you're told to do it.  


Now, don't get me wrong. There's a lot of merit to education, and there are some really good things about modern education. But there are also a lot of things that are screwed up, which is how we find ourselves in a society that touts creatives as rulebreakers. 


I have to chase my creativity. It's my path to freedom. I am a creative. I am a rulebreaker, and hopefully someday I will be free. 


Epilogue: I tried something new with my video creating again. I decided to make a teeny tiny cover of the adventure time theme song. I made a tiny Finn and a Tiny Jake, put them in a number of different settings in my back yard, and this is what came out. I hope you like it :) 

Old Granny Chair

I have a blister. 


Now, ordinarily this wouldn't be a big deal. I'd ignore the pain and get on with my day, feeling a little grouchy that walking hurts, but, this blister isn't in the usual spot (the back of my heal). It,s on my left hand index finger, right at the very tip.  


You're probably (not) wondering how one gets a blister in such an unusual place (unless you play a string instrument, then you'll know instantly). 

I may have played too much ukulele. I definately played too much ukulele. 


You would never think that ukulele's would be blister causing houses of pain, but they are. My fingertip is proof. 

It came as a surprise that one could receive such an injury. Sure, my string friends have complained of blisters, but they play "proper" instruments with steel strings. This was just a tiny cute innocent ukulele. 

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Don't get me wrong, you can injure yourself playing flute too (I have some first hand experience there) but I can't think of a single instance a flautist has played themselves into a blister. (Thinking of it, if you know someone who has, let me know! I'm genuinely interested to know how that would happen!) 

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Anyway, lets use that as a semi awkward segway: I recorded a new video today. A sweet little ditty called Avalon. I did some singing, and some tute-ing on all three of my bohem system flutes, as well as some sub par (but fun for me) ukulele. 

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To sound like  a bit of an artistic wanker for a small moment, I've really been enjoying diversifying my skill set. When I did the recording/video editing process today I understood a little bit more about the process/software off the bat AND I learned a bunch of new things! I'm in no way brilliant, but I'm getting better yo! 



Black and White Fish


I experienced my first robbery this week. Now, before you freak out, it's not a big deal. The burglar is not human. The burglar is a cheeky crow that lives in our neighbourhood, and this crow likes to steal teeny tiny fairy's out of teeny tiny pot plants (This crow also loves to dig up my chives!)

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One of the fist things my partner and I did when we moved into our place last month was buy some pot plants and make a tiny garden. One of the first things I did to said garden was decorate with teeny tiny fairy's which this crow has been slowly picking out of my garden. He's been super sneaky about it too, only taking one every few days. At the start of last week there were 6 fairy's, one ballerina and 6 gemstones in my pot plant. By Sunday I had 4 fairy's, a headless ballerina (which I posted to my instagram), and 3 gemstones.

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I've been quelling my loss by purchasing miniature fairy garden accessories on ebay. (I've purchased some mushrooms, some tiny houses and some rabbits) Unfortunately I can't seem to find any teeny tiny fairy's (I'm talking like 3cm high).


This is what I wore Saturday. I forgot how much I love this skirt. I made it about a year ago, but haven't worn it "recently" because of the state the pleats were in (Mum was the last person to iron the skirt. She's an amazing woman, but her pleat ironing skills aren't great :P Love you mum <3)

So yeah, I finally got around to re - ironing the skirt!


Saturday was also a great day. I started the morning with a piccolo lesson from Jonathon Henderson, (who's not only one of my teacher Sally's old students, but a super great flautist who does stuff like being the principal flute of the Estonian National Opera) (Sorry for the flute specific talk!) Probably the best thing I took away from that lesson was a technique to open the embouchure of the piccolo so the high notes speak to their fullest potential: Flutter tonguing whilst playing in that register makes it impossible to make a sound with a tight embouchure (and it also gets rid of the mental hurdle)

I finished the day with a Vanishing Shapes rehearsal (which imo, is always one of the best ways to finish the day.) We're preparing material to record in September because we've been writing like crazy! (We're only recording an ep this time though, although, it's still going to be super cool) I'll talk more about it when it gets closer to being done, but basically we're doing a concept EP :D

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And finally, always remember: Fish are friends, not food.

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