I somehow made it to 200!  The third in a series of Tuesday improvisation games.

A series of little improvisation games using the letters of the word Tuesday.  Here is the first.

I have been severely procrastinating this project, as this and the next few videos will show.  From a series of Yesterday to a series of Today.

From spill to overflow.

I did my best to perform to the rhythm of my knitting.  It's a lace pattern, and slightly fiddly, which makes this piece nicely wonky.

An ode to dreaming, recorded while the sun was setting.

More on the growing up theme, with a very un-grown-up performance (although the next video trumps this one in terms of childish behaviour).

In addition to writing about forests, my student and I were also working on the theme growing up.  This was my little musing, filmed in the reflection of a photograph of myself taken right before I detoured into music.

This one is connected to the previous piece through light-play.  The text came from some exercises I did with one of my students, we were doing some timed writing exercises around the theme forest.

The third between improvisation.

Before I was interrupted with Migraine+Hives I had been working with the theme between, which I think came from piece #136.  I never managed to work my research/writing up into a song, so I used that text for a series of improvisations.  This is the first.

This is yesterday's song.  I didn't spend ages on it, but I did engage myself fully in the research, writing and recording process, which I must admit I haven't been doing recently.  I'm perhaps regaining control over the project, and the other parts of my life too, and it feels very nice.

A continuation from the previous day's wish. What would happen if I didn't write a song? Nothing, nothing at all.  And nothing would happen if I wrote a bad one either, as this proves.  I randomly bashed at the piano, and still lived to see another day.

This one is something of a merrythought, and definitely a wish I would have made if I'd cooked a roast chicken and won the wish-end of the wishbone.

From the previous day's gelatin to wishbone, dug out of a hot roast chicken.  In my bone-related research I discovered that the wishbone used to be called a "merrythought", which is kind of nice.