We didn’t chase silence—we listened till it told its story.

Life stumbled, laughed, and cried—and we kept the camera rolling.

Art wasn’t what we made, it was what made us.

And through it all, we just tried to feel... and frame it honestly.

art is not supposed to be silent. It should have some meaning and dynamism that support the idea of life and chaos. Art is loud. My creation makes a statement and everyone has a different perspective to look at it.

Silence? 

I don’t know, never experienced it. There's always something playing here on earth.

The clock ticking, the AC's whirrrrrr, faint laughter or someone screaming from a distance, the wind blowing, footsteps dragging, my stomach making sounds or the sound that my throat makes when I gulp down my saliva.

These are all external factors.

Talk internally then... I don’t think I ever stop thinking.

What about when you sleep? I dream. Again there’s sound.

There ALWAYS is something, so it's never really silent, is it?

I don’t even know how we came up with a concept called silence at this point.