I was 7 when I first saw sound. As my hands played Burgmüller’s Ballade in C minor, the sound transformed into a checkerboard with a singular red square. This became a regular experience that would shape my relationship to music and my piano. Months passed, Bach’s Musette in D major would become a tea set on a lavender tablecloth, and Chopin’s Waltz in A minor would lay a deep red carpet lined in gold on the floor of my mind palace.

The melodies I play transport me to worlds far away – to places that seem like they came from a dream. Maybe those dreams are just forgotten memories, fragments of my past and present, what was and what might be…

My work examines the conflict between comfort and growth, the fear of abandoning safety nets, and the consequences of sacrifice. As I navigate my own relationship with growth and the prospect of leaving the nest, I find myself entangled in the strings of doubt and nostalgia. In my current work, these themes are strung together through the narrative sung to me by Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy.