Make a song visible.
Trichome's track had a quiet, breathing quality — the kind of song that resists overstatement. The brief was simple: build a piece of film that lets the music live in a body, not on top of one.
No narrative scaffolding, no second performer, no editorial trickery. One dancer, one room, one track — and a visual language patient enough to let the choreography do the talking.
"The cut had to follow the breath of the music — not chase it, not shape it, just match it."
Concept, frame, and cut.
I art-directed and edited the film — shaping the visual language around Tracey Wong's choreography, locking the look on set, and cutting the final film to the rhythm of the track rather than to commercial pacing.



