My Ten Most Loved Pieces

WARNING: The content below may make you feel seen and less alone in what you carry.

If It Helps Father

This one is for the little girl who ran home from school, breathless with wanting to learn the piano, who began waking an hour before dawn to practice alone.

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Were you the child who believed trying harder would finally be enough?

The one who woke earlier, practiced longer, and hoped someone would notice. I spent most of my life trying to become someone my father could be proud of. This piece is about the weight of expectations, and the complicated inheritance of love.

The One That Got Away

I gave myself a gap year following the graduation of my bachelor’s. I had a boyfriend at the time but before I met him, there was someone else. The kind who arrives once, at the wrong time, and never quite leaves.

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I met a captain. A month later, he sailed away. I stayed in a relationship that should have ended long before. Then the captain returned, I couldn’t tell him I loved him. The story of the what if that followed me into every love that came after.,

The Myth Before Fire Left Its Flame

Part 1 Once upon a time, humans were whole beings with two faces and four arms. The gods feared their power, and when the clock passed quarter midnight, they split them in half. Since then, each half has wandered the world searching for the other, until one night,

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If you find yourself keep circling back to the same toxic relationship, you’re not alone. This is a mythic reclamation of twin flames, Fire and Ice, inspired by my ex boyfriend who falsely accused me of cheating on him with his best friend.

In Between

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Life is not always about holding everything together. Sometimes it’s about letting things slip. If you ever find yourself far from clarity, standing somewhere between where your efforts fall short and the sense that you have nothing more left to give, this one is for you.

After Sunrise

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This piece moves through the quiet tension between what we carry, what we suppress, and the strange beauty that appears when something inside us finally begins to unfold. A fully immersive experience, accompanied by a video stitched together from fragments of my own memories.

I'm Here, But This Doesn't Feel Mine

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Sometimes the light we follow leads us deeper into ourselves than we expected. Moving through dreams, storms, and fragments of memory, this piece reflects on the unsettling moment when the familiar world no longer feels like home. A fully immersive experience with a video that will introduce you to the new age of storytelling.

The Architecture of Fear and Love

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I realised how easily I could define fear, while my words fell short when it came to love. If you grew up being told you were weak and believed you were not enough enough, this one is for you. A fully immersive experience with an autobiographical video that involves my childhood memories.

The Softest Truths About Love

Fear has worn different faces for me.

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A year ago I met someone who felt like a calm to my nervous system. Weeks later I found myself alone in an Airbnb on a Greek island, in the middle of a holiday that had barely begun. This piece is about what that moment revealed about fear, love, and the cost of ignoring your intuition.

The Stories We Tell Ourselves

I remember the first time I had a shot. It was the summer I graduated from eight grade. We were on a ten-day holiday with my family, marked by my sisters’ fights every fourth night. My experiences were never the same as theirs. They would go out with their friends at night, leaving me sobbing as they got ready in our shared room, talking about how excit…

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People pleasing doesn’t start in adulthood. Sometimes it begins with small moments: a pink chair, the last chocolate ice cream, or a locked door where your sisters are laughing. For a long time, I blamed people for how I felt. Then I learned a harder truth:

It wasn’t them. It was the stories I told myself about those moments.

When The Ground Beneath Was Ripped Away

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A doctor once told me my life would most likely decline slowly. That sentence became the root of my PTSD. People told me to take antidepressants. I chose something harder instead: to stay awake inside the pain and find meaning there.

This piece is about what happened after everything I believed about my future collapsed.

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