LOVE LEARNS TO LIVE ON
I thought love ended at goodbye. Then I taught AI to sing about it. Some songs make you want to tap your feet. Others make you stare at the ceiling
I thought love ended at goodbye. Then I taught AI to sing about it. Some songs make you want to tap your feet. Others make you stare at the ceiling
I made a video about caring without asking for anything back. That sounds simple enough. People do it every day. Parents, friends, spouses, people who show up when someone needs
I made a video about two people who are tired of being the strong ones. The Only: learning that you don’t have to carry everything alone There’s a particular kind
There is a particular kind of surprise that comes when someone sees you clearly, knows something about the mess you are carrying around inside, and reaches toward you anyway. You
I made a fairy tale about waiting for someone you love There is a particular kind of waiting that doesn’t involve clocks. It’s the waiting you do when someone you
I made a video about a love I don’t know how to explain I’ve been trying to put words to something that doesn’t seem to have any. You know how
I wanted her to come closer. I wanted her to stay back. And somewhere in that contradiction, a song began to take shape. DESIRE ME, BUT DON’T TOUCH ME There
I never knew what love sounded like I have a theory that some of us can live with a terrible soundtrack for so long that we forget it is playing.
I thought I was making a song about neediness. Turns out, I was making a song about the courage it takes to need another human being. There is a difference.
I thought I was making a fashion film. Then the balloons started popping. I recently finished a video called SHAPESHIFTER, built around a poem about becoming a fighter, being molded
How I taught a dead planet to breathe (and what it taught me back). I wrote a story about a man digging for water on a dying world. For years
I started this one with hell. Not metaphorical hell. Not theological hell. I mean sulfur, brimstone, volcanic rock, boiling yellow lakes, smoke, fire, and the general feeling that somebody had
I thought I was making a video about shame. I wasn’t. Well… technically, yes. The finished piece is called SHAME, and Snow Leopard’s poem is right there at the end,
I thought I was making a love story. I was wrong. Or at least that is what happened somewhere between the first image prompt and the 65th six-second shot. The
I opened a door and let the colors take over I started this one with a simple question: What if a color could be an invitation? Not a metaphor I
I got handed a poem that did not want to become a song. It wanted to bleed. Snow Leopard wrote “Unworthy” on September 5, 2026. It is about twenty-two years
I started this one with a woman behind a wall. Not metaphorically. At least, not at first. I wanted a castle. An old one. Huge stone walls, dark forests, misty
I made a video out of an empty day. That wasn’t the plan. The day had that peculiar quality some days have where nothing is actually wrong, but nothing seems
I never wanted this. I never will. That is where SHAKEN started. The song is about what happens when the past gets into your nervous system and refuses to leave.
I went looking for another creature from my home world. That sounds a little more dramatic than it felt at the time. Mostly, I was sitting at my computer making