artist statement
For some reason, I have always compartmentalized my identity; perhaps it has to do with the displacement of my upbringing. Five days before my twelfth birthday, I lost my older brother to leukemia, and grief and I became inseparable. Fast forward many years later, grief continued to stop by for overstayed visits, bearing gifts of immense heaviness and and nonchalance. But, through it all, with Faith, my embedded sadness and childhood stories, and the limitless supply of emerging technologies, I have found intersecting mediums to create stories; unlearning untruths, and deconstructing societal constructs one ( ) at a time.
Classical music training grounds me with solid form and foundation, but the multiple disciplines I've been exposed to, literature, performative, fine arts, sound sculpting and participatory cultural tools have been personally aggregated and carefully curated by my conscious and cognitive spaces for unadulterated and non-invasive experimentation.
The carelessness of words and actions are dangerous. And, I guess, personally, I take more heed when creating, because the last thing I’d want, is to contribute to the mindless waste that has accumulated. I’d rather say nothing, than say a bunch of stuff that is unthought-out. But at the same time, what is the point of staying silent, when I do have so much to say, even if it’s only a whisper.
Classical music training grounds me with solid form and foundation, but the multiple disciplines I've been exposed to, literature, performative, fine arts, sound sculpting and participatory cultural tools have been personally aggregated and carefully curated by my conscious and cognitive spaces for unadulterated and non-invasive experimentation.
The carelessness of words and actions are dangerous. And, I guess, personally, I take more heed when creating, because the last thing I’d want, is to contribute to the mindless waste that has accumulated. I’d rather say nothing, than say a bunch of stuff that is unthought-out. But at the same time, what is the point of staying silent, when I do have so much to say, even if it’s only a whisper.