About musical instruments
Serious musicians often experience their instruments as an extension of their body. In any case, their instruments are usually deeply personal things.
High-level instruments also tend to be very expensive and difficult to replace.
Therefore, you should never play a musician’s instrument without asking first.
It’s a good idea to err on the side of not asking, unless you have a very good reason to suspect that they might be ok with sharing their instrument. (Eg: you’re very close friends and you’re both musicians, or you know they’ve been ok with other people playing them sometimes). And it’s good to ask in a way that makes it clear that it’s a request, not a demand.
Pianos and keyboards are a partial exception - since it’s relatively difficult to break them, and they’re usually played by more than one person, most people who have pianos are willing to let other people play them. But it’s still good form to ask.
A few points to add.
Everything said above can apply to items used in other kinds of art/craft, though to varying degrees. Craft objects are part of a culture where sharing/collaborating/looking at each other’s tools is more common, but permission must be received beforehand, and these tools need to be treated with care.
If a person’s tools/instrument (including computers) are part of how they earn a living, it is probably best not to touch/use their tools unless you can afford to replace them. An exception is if the owner offers to teach you how to use their tools, or is closely supervising you.
People have tried to use my fabric scissors on paper and that is so rude.
Basically everything considered “office supplies” in my space is really part of my art practice and should be treated as something to not play around with. Gosh, some of my pens are for certain things only. Artists, makers of any kind, really need to have that stuff respected.
Please oh please never assume you can use my sewing machine.
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#it all comes together
Today I was sent on a font-finding mission at work.
Though the font (which was lurking in a beautiful paper company catalogue) couldn’t be matched perfectly, the sentence I was using as a sample created this little piece of found type-art (EDIT: No! This is Gothic 725! I remember the weird negative space in that M, hashtag typenerd), which I now wish was less than $40 per weight).
It all comes together - words to live by, she said, suddenly realizing she was in a strange, (rare) thoughtful mood.
#keeping it together
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Like a lot of people with mental illness, I spend a lot of time fronting. It’s really important to me to not appear crazy, to fit in, to seem normal, to do the things “normal people” do, to blend in. It’s a form of assimilation for safety, but something deeper than that, where hiding my own identity for survival is also tearing me apart…
As a defense mechanism, fronting makes a lot of sense, and you hone that mechanism after years of being crazy. Fronting is what allows you to hold down a job and maintain relationships with people, it’s the thing that sometimes keeps you from falling apart. It’s the thing that allows you to have a burst of tears in the shower or behind the front seat of your car and then coolly collect yourself and stroll into a social engagement…
We are rewarded for hiding ourselves. We become the poster children for “productive” mentally ill people, because we are so organized and together. The fact that we can function, at great cost to ourselves, is used to beat up the people who cannot function.
Because unlike the people who cannot front, or who fronted too hard and fell off the cliff, we are able to “keep it together,” whatever it takes.