I’ve always been a bit of a dreamer, but not the kind who just sits and imagines. No, I’m the kind who dreams with my hands, crafting, building, and sometimes failing spectacularly. My name is Ellie, and for as long as I can remember, I’ve been creating things. My attic, nestled in the heart of Inner City, Melbourne, has been my sanctuary—a place where ideas come to life amidst the clutter of blueprints, tools, and dust-covered prototypes.
Living in Melbourne, a city known for its vibrant arts scene and innovative spirit, has always fueled my creativity. The bustling streets, the blend of old and new architecture, and the endless array of cafés where you can overhear conversations about everything from politics to philosophy—it’s a city that never stops inspiring. But for me, it’s not about fame or fortune; it’s about curiosity and solving problems that others haven’t even thought of. My workspace, which was chaotic to anyone else, was where I could be myself, where every failure was just another lesson learned.