Darkness is not silence; it is a waiting chord.


In this series, the world is born through the internal necessity of color and the vibration of the self. A single spark—a phone’s flashlight—acts as a conductor’s baton, slicing through the void to find the resonant frequency where a body becomes a bloom.

It is a visual fugue. The red of the flower stabs the dark like a sharp trumpet blast. The curve of a shoulder flows like a cello’s legato. I compose the dissonance of being and the harmony of becoming. This is the birth of a cosmos where the soul and the botanical exist as a single, vibrating line.


Performed in total shadow. Light as the only instrument.