Look Up (Study 9)
Look Up is a visual and musical meditation on attention in a crowded world. Head down. Phone glow. City noise. Moving slow.The piece begins in compression and distraction, then gradually opens into air and sky. Rather than arguing against modern life, the work offers a small shift in posture. A reminder that awareness does not […]
How This Ends?
Pondering Eternity (Study 10) The Creator speaks in mountains, DNA, and rain.The Human responds in weather patterns, phone settings, and passing inconveniences. The refrain — “Waiting for the mic drop” — becomes less about judgment and more about posture: a world expecting climax while overlooking presence. The piece does not resolve the tension.It simply lets […]
What The Trees Are Saying
Pondering Eternity (Study 9) The work imagines trees as quiet witnesses, standing through generations, watching human urgency repeat itself. Rather than offering answers, the piece holds space for slowness, cycles, and continuity. The pacing is intentional. Long dissolves allow images to coexist, echoing the way seasons overlap rather than replace one another. Nothing arrives abruptly. […]
If You Went Quiet
Pondering Eternity (Study 5) If You Went Quiet is a meditation on absence. The piece begins as a hypothetical and slowly becomes personal. The lyrics trace how meaning forms not in answers, but in being heard. When that presence disappears, what remains isn’t the voice itself, but the way it changed how questions were asked. […]
After the Dance
This work began in the late 1980s, created while I was completing my Video Art & Multimedia degree at the University of Iowa. Using early video tools, I slowed, layered, and dissected ballet footage until recognizable choreography gave way to color, rhythm, and motion alone. At the time, the pieces were intentionally silent. I was […]
Grains of Sand
Pondering Eternity (Study 3) Grains of Sand explores time through motion rather than answers. Built on a playful Afro-jazz groove with selective choral textures, the song stays light on its feet while carrying something vast. One voice becomes many, then returns again. Nothing rushes. Nothing resolves. The movement continues. The imagery is simple: sand passing […]