Pandemic Production Process

Within the itchy surrealness of a global lockdown, I started nailing pieces of an ex-boyfriend's foam mattress to the walls of my laundry room. The confinement in that small space somehow made me feel safe, in the same way that the tightest corner of my bedroom closet did as a child. 

As we were told to stay home, I went inward. Neighbours came together to bang pots, yet with suspicion and fear, stayed far apart. I self-isolated. I never banged the pots with them. I stopped taking on new clients in my business. I needed to breathe. I needed to grieve. 

I chose to find my breath and my voice over my computer screen as I spent hours and hours learning the basics of music production and weaving together what is now my debut EP "Breath of Earth". 

As quarantine lifted, I remained isolated. 

The inward dive that I'd chosen to venture into left me raw. 

The husk I had shed was lying in pieces at my feet; a business I needed to rebuild and a re-socialization of my psyche that I was resisting. 

I'm still acclimatizing to the new skin I'm living in. 

Each day, I’m growing stronger and more resilient. 

Each day, I'm owning my gift, my focus, my drive. 

Each day, more music is simmering, soon ready to be tasted, first by me. 

It's been a fascinatingly painful metta-morphosis; 

a deep surrender to the force that moves me. 

And, oh, how She moves me.