Fuck It, Maybe This Is My Style

For the longest time, I fought the nature of my visual style.

There has always been this strange feeling inside me that I didn’t really have one. That somehow my work lacked a clear identity. Or worse, that whatever visual language I naturally gravitated toward just wasn’t good enough.

Lately, though, something has shifted.

Over the last few months, I’ve started to realize that I’ve probably had a visual identity all along. I just didn’t trust it. I kept comparing it against some imagined version of what a “real” style was supposed to look like, instead of paying attention to what kept showing up naturally in the work.

The funny thing is, when I stop resisting it, the patterns become obvious. Texture. Distortion. Atmosphere. Weird little abstract moments that feel somewhere between memory and signal loss. Things that feel slightly broken, human, imperfect.

I think this is just how I like to express myself creatively.

Sure, there’s a small part of me that wishes I had realized this sooner. Maybe I would’ve made different choices. Maybe I would’ve trusted myself more.

But honestly, fuck that.

I’m just grateful I finally figured it out.

The embedded video for the Particle Bunni track Questions Are Meaningless feels like a good example of where this is heading. I love making strange abstract visuals for music—things that don’t explain the sound so much as expand it a little. Turning a piece into something adjacent to itself.

If you’re curious, there’s more of this kind of work happening through Particle Bunni, Discoastal, and the visual experiments I’ve been quietly building alongside them.