Category: Creative Sound Project

The name came to me before the structure did. MOONRISE&SUNSET — I wrote it down without knowing what it would mean yet. But it felt right. It felt like the rhythm my emotions move in: slow, inevitable, and out of my control. When I started this project, I didn’t have a clear goal. I just…

As a queer artist, I often feel torn between wanting to be seen and not wanting to be reduced. Especially when I make sound. Sound feels closer to the body than image ever does. A scream, a sigh, a stutter — they don’t just carry emotion, they carry vulnerability. And yet, when I put these…

When I’m in the middle of a panic attack, the world doesn’t just speed up — it loses shape. The edges blur. My body becomes too loud, and the space around me starts to fold in. I can’t tell where I end and the outside begins. That’s not something I can describe in words. But…

I used to think I had to make things sound smooth. Clean transitions, balanced frequencies, polished structures. But my anxiety doesn’t move like that. When I have an episode, my body doesn’t “build tension and release.” It snaps. It cuts in and out. There’s breath, then silence. Noise, then numbness. If I tried to turn…

Living in London, I’ve realized there’s a different kind of silence here — one that’s not about quiet, but about distance. On the tube, in cafes, even in queer bars, I often feel like I’m being seen without actually being noticed. It’s a strange kind of exposure — being visible, but never really audible. What…

Sometimes I feel like I’m made of fragments. A body that moves, smiles, speaks — but the inside is scattered, formless. Especially during my anxiety episodes, it feels like someone pressed fast-forward on the world, and forgot to include me in the scene. I watch everything move, but I can’t catch it. That period, I…

It was supposed to be a casual night — low expectations, midweek energy. I wasn’t even dressed to go out. But around 1:30am, the DJ dropped a bootleg of SOPHIE’s It’s Okay to Cry. The bass rolled in like fog, and everything else — bodies, strobe lights, my inner critic — disappeared. I started crying,…

I was working on a DJ mix for fun — nothing fancy, just a 30-minute blend. But when I listened back, I noticed something odd: all the tracks I’d chosen had high-pitched, autotuned vocals, blown-out kicks, distorted transitions. It was dramatic, disjointed, and, I realized, deeply familiar. Someone casually commented, “That’s such a queer mix,”…

This project made me think a lot about sound and storytelling. I used to think sound art was just abstract — strange noises, experimental things. But now I see it differently. Sound can tell deep stories, even when there’s no picture. Working on this radio drama helped me connect with a part of myself that…

I’ve never thought of myself as a performer. I like writing, editing, building ideas — but acting? Not really. At first, I didn’t even want to record my own voice for this project. I felt uncomfortable hearing myself, and I thought someone else could do it better. But in the end, I did it. And…