Lately, I’ve realized I need to focus on just one of the eight elements I’ve been exploring — and for now, that element is dreams. I’m carrying forward much of what I developed in the last project, refining it so that the physical structure — the box — becomes interchangeable. I want to be able […]
My Wildroot & Amber project got me started on making boxes. I used the laser cutter to create them — slick little things with tabs that lock perfectly into each other.
I’m going to be part of the MakerLabs “Tools for Change” Residency — a program that supports women and gender-diverse creators in exploring fabrication, design, and technology in a collaborative, hands-on environment.
People often ask me what this installation actually is — so here’s the story. It started in Japan as a fragment of an idea. The seed was the apothecary — bottles as vessels, not of remedies but of memory. Not to cure, but to hold. Each fragment a container. Each sound a trace. I began […]
Being an artist is strange. You pour yourself into something knowing it simply is. It exists because it had to—not because anyone REALLLLY wants it. Over 120,000 tracks are uploaded to Spotify every day—a flood of sound so huge that the thought of competing with it feels absurd . And it’s so f*cking vulnerable putting […]
The other day I was talking with someone about trying new things. He told me he had just done something for the first time and felt super cringe at the end. I love those people. The ones who try, who put themselves out there even when it feels awkward. The project I’m presenting at Signals […]
With this final post, I’m closing one chapter and stepping into the next. On my final morning, I biked through the rice fields one last time, winding my way to 7-Eleven for a final coffee and shake—my quiet ritual. I took the same route where, weeks ago, my groceries spilled into the river. I had stood there cursing, watching bags drift away under the sun. Even that small moment has settled into something sacred now—etched into the fabric of this place.
Two months of work. Two months of dreaming, building, overthinking, rehearsing, tweaking, hoping. And then, just like that, boom. It’s over. The moment ends. The space clears. The tension dissolves. I’m left standing in the quiet aftermath wondering, Did it all happen? If I’m being honest, I was nervous. We didn’t present until 2:30, and […]
Maybe we’re all just travelers, quietly hopping timelines. And maybe the beauty of living isn’t about settling into one version of life, but learning how to live in-between. To inhabit the borderlands of who you were, who you are, and who you’re becoming.
I snuck out of the residency for a day to meet up with Loc, who had been in Korea for a conference and stopped in Fukuoka on his way back. It was a welcome break from the intensity of the project space. Just a small breather to walk through the city with someone familiar.
Today was a good day—the kind that sneaks up on you when you’re just open to rolling with whatever the wind decides to blow your way. I found myself missing work, oddly enough. So at 6AM, I logged into a call to get some hours in—just enough to keep funding this dreamy little residency I’ve […]
The first month has quietly slipped by, and just like that, I’ve reached the halfway point of my residency. What once felt unfamiliar is beginning to settle into a strange, steady rhythm. But everything is shifting again.
Okay. So I’ve been in Japan for a month. I know where to get the best 7-Eleven egg sandwich (seriously, they hit like poetry), where the softest mochi lives, and which café gives me a really beautiful latte. But here’s the thing—I realized I don’t actually know how Japan is divided up as a country. Not emotionally. Geographically. Like, I could NOT tell you how the whole thing is organized. Which is ridiculous.
This morning, I woke up a little disoriented—the kind of feeling where, for a moment, you don’t quite know where you are. Then it hits: you really are completely away.
From fairy lights and quiet corners to sand baths and mysterious seat-swiveling rituals, this little adventure cracked open something in me. A reminder that even when you’re a little lost, a little awkward, or completely out of your depth — you can still find your way. You can still feel cute.
Lately, I’ve been playing around with so many ideas—some fun, some frustrating—and honestly, I’ve been feeling a little stuck. But one morning I woke up and thought: Who freaking cares?
Sometimes in the evenings, I head to the studio shrine. It’s one of the few places where I can sing and play as loud as I want. I love walking in, turning up the volume, and just practicing.
Today we had an in-process studio tour with all of the artists at the residency. There are four houses here, each with its own dedicated studio space. It was an inspiring day of creative connection.
Rain slammed against the window yesterday, furious and unrelenting, like it was trying to shake loose whatever lay quiet inside. Today, not even a trace remains—the sky is pale and kind.
It’s kinda dumb, but when I packed all my clothes, I brought like five bathing suits, lots of shorts, and a ton of little dresses… but no pants. NO FREAKING PANTS. And it’s cold here.
The afternoon sun was fading as I hauled my bags up the stairs—so heavy that I had to toss them one by one, piece by piece.
Who knew that the thing to finally slow me down would be… a shoe? I had just landed in Tokyo, exhausted from the flight, when I noticed something felt strange as I walked through the airport. I looked down—and saw that my shoe had split in half. Not just a little crack. Fully, dramatically, split.
If you’re reading this, Future Me, you’re probably in a state of mild to moderate panic — but good news: Past Me thought ahead. Here’s the step-by-step emergency plan to get from Tokyo all the way to my residency in Itoshima, Fukuoka. Step 1: Tokyo Airport Transfer (Narita ➔ Haneda) Future me, hi. You just […]
Wildroot & Amber is an idea still in motion—a sonic installation and performance project that’s just beginning to take shape. Right now, it lives in sketches, sounds, and possibilities. It’s the dream of creating a space where memory, nature, and the body connect in a way that feels alive, tactile, and deeply present. During my […]
Packing for an artist residency—or simply creating outside a traditional studio—requires intention. You can’t take everything. So you bring what matters most. The tools that inspire freedom. The ones that feel like extensions of your own body. For me, that means a small, carefully chosen set of instruments that lets me build sound worlds from […]