FREDRIK SCHEIKE

Instagram is an amazing app that most of us now use more than daily. We upload anything and everything and can receive commentaries, images and videos from friends and we can even connect with our favorite celebrities and catch up on trends. We can use it to laugh or to be moved and we can use it to motivate ourselves. It's a truly great tool for self-promotion and I personally, as an actor, can tell that the pictures that I've uploaded from either something creative, or a project that I'm involved with are the images with the highest impact. I personally have almost 600 followers and I follow a little bit more. A lot of the friends that I have on my lists post stuff about everyday life, some of my actor friends post the occasional headshot or set picture, there are Mom's and Dad's who publish their babies, photographers who publish great pictures, models who publish stuff from their latest photo shoot, and selfies, selfies and selfies. On any given moment of a

So what happens when we lose track of who we are? What's our true identity, where is our true self anchored and how does it all tie into creativity? In the assumption of various characters that we play during our everyday life we tend to reflect parts of us that correspond to the certain prerequisite of that part. Meaning, we choose in which moments, which parts of us, we deem appropriate to share with the world. It's not appropriate to go to a business meeting in slacks and call your boss a loser, it's not appropriate to do this, say that and the other. It's the fragmented way that's the societal way. But when and where do niceties, politeness, manners and the will to be appropriate end and where is there a room to explore who we, under all the layers that we've accumulated, really are? It's all just a bunch of semi-philosophical thoughts running around my head, because lately I've been feeling shattered. Shattered into small, not to say ti

I'm just beginning one of the most exciting weeks of work for a really long time. Today I was off to do a fitting for a commercial that I'll be shooting on Wednesday, it took a little longer than expected so the audition I was supposed to have got pushed until tomorrow morning. Then tomorrow I'm basically learning how to teach in one of their classes. All to prep for the classes that the theatre has hired me for as a teacher of an extend program that they have in a neighboring village on Thursdays. So Wednesday's the shoot which I hope will be quick and then on Thursday I both have an interview for a language academy to teach English at corporate level, then I teach the aforementioned class. Then on Saturday we hit it home big with one of our birthday celebrations at the theatre. It's going to be really easy, and we've already prepped all of it. I should also mention I've started teaching private Swedish classes on some Sunday afternoons, and that I

I wanted to keep up with writing this week, I wanted, since Sunday to be able to post something on the blog every single day in order to practice my writing and getting into a habit of actually writing. The only way to get better is to practice, and the only way to accomplish my goal of finishing the play, is to find a routine, and just keep at it. Yesterday was instead filled with a bunch of other stuff. Work and small jobs and looking for ways to get the influx of money I so desperately need, all the while by not losing my creative self in the mean time. By actually using it, what I have accumulated in terms of talent and skills, I'm starting to believe (again) that there are ways to get by and to live. I've continued reading "Just Kids" by Patti Smith and I'm hooked, it's such an inspiring story of just how much one is able to endure for the sake of one's own art. Now I'm in a privileged place in comparison, I 've never had to bum aroun