OSEANA
A nervous system art-pop opera x multimedia universe in the making. Exploring the future of emotional literacy.
This time, Ophelia didn’t drown. A voice whispered: “You were never crazy, sweet girl. If no one is holding you, I am.” She found the tender courage to stay, and felt everything without disappearing.
This time, Ariel kept her voice and didn't dissolve into sea foam. She wept in the shallows, carved his name into the sand, and let the tide carry it away. She remembered with all her heart, but her story didn’t end with him not returning.
OSEANA is born of these choices. Another daughter of the sea, she cries out for her soul-sisters across time and bleeds for every part of us that has ever drowned in silence—because she, too, nearly did. She dreams of a different future for all the souls still alive and longing today. Her songs are bridges, holding those who were told they were “too much” and returning them back to the ocean: a boundless belonging where nothing has to hide anymore.
Music × Psychology × Emotional Technology x Immersive Systems
OSEANA is a psych-informed multimedia project that strives to build a home for emotions the world calls “too much.” It brings together my passions for music, psychology, creative coding and design to explore art as an emotional technology. A living universe where sound and story generate systems for discovery, regulation, and repair.
Studying psychology has taught me how rarely we learn to hold ourselves and each other safely, often dismissing what overwhelms familiar schemas. Practicing music, I learned that connection begins with curiosity: leaning in, listening, attuning. The nervous system runs brilliant algorithms optimized for survival, but what is designed to keep us safe can also fracture our souls at a personal and societal level. I am interested in understanding and gently expanding these algorithms, to build systems that help us metabolize instead of exile what we don't yet know how to approach.
OSEANA prototypes a creative space where the “too much” get to be everything, too. Sound, visuals, and interaction mirror how the nervous system shifts when safety returns. No longer reduced to noise, big feelings reveal themselves as data, pulse, and leitmotifs that can be heard and processed—as vital code in the system of being alive.
Core Inquiry: How can creative systems help us hold what we learned to erase, and nurture ecosystems of safety, openness, and deep connection?
OSEANA is a personal act of repair and an exploration. She reimagines archetypes into stories of survival and return, maps neurodivergent rhythms as humanizing narratives, and questions cultural scripts that deny complexity and tenderness.
Drawing from psychological paradigms like Internal Family Systems, polyvagal theory, internal working models, Relational-Cultural Theory and Winnicott’s transitional spaces, OSEANA composes regulation environments for banished parts to unravel, transmute, and re-integrate. The nervous system becomes a site of design, and art an architecture for belonging.
The Realms & Songs
The project currently unfolds across three experimental acts: each a psychological realm where OSEANA meets a fictional inner child in exile. Each song they write together becomes a living emotional dataset + a bridge back to oceanic belonging, where connection dissolves exile and feelings become a portal of reclamation.
”Welcome home. You were never too much. You’ve always been oceanic.”
REALM 1: The Garden 🌸
Inspired by the tale of Ariel:
How might yearning become a self-built regulatory system when the heart has nowhere safe to land?
Sonic Prototypes:
Made with hybrid media across musique concrète, electronic production, custom-coded audio processing... each song is a piece of the Garden’s emotional architecture, mapping how longing and grief can behave inside the nervous system.
MODULE I. activation currents:
limbic ignition • mirror neurons firing • first surge of attachment forming
A girl dreams inside a luminous garden grown from a lifetime of longing; an internal regulatory chamber the nervous system engineered to survive emotional unavailability in her external world.
Her yearning is ancient: fantasy, limerence, hopeless crushes, holding hands with the air…. but has finally taken the shape of a boy that feels just like the soul-mirror blueprint she longs for.
MODULE II. memory loops:
temporal recursion • liminal suspension • grief looping in search of resolution
Fate denies their love and he never returns again, collapsing the movie in her heart. When attachment ruptures without resolution, the nervous system generates its own embodied completion sequence.
Her body becomes an altar to complete the story fate doesn't resolve––arching mid-air, receiving thunder from her own heart: striking into her chest, between her legs. Surrendering to a breath that almost collapses her soul.
MODULE III. integration fields:
warmth returning • synaptic repair • narrative reclamation
OSEANA finds her on the verge of dissolving into a ghost of lost love, whispering “I see you” and holding her so close. She listens to the language of her longing and breathes in the aching beauty in the air.
Held in co-regulation and mirrored attunement, the girl begins to remember the magic of her own heart and learns to say yes to herself.
Unlocking every door she once kept only for him, she strikes a whirlwind cinematic romance with her own becoming.
Visual Prototype
soft bloom • dream haze • mansion of memory • bioluminescent light
REALM 2: The Cellar 🌙
Inspired by the tale of Rapunzel:
How might the nervous system adapt when its own perception is chronically invalidated or mis-seen?
Sonic Prototypes:
The Cellar is a study in distortion, fawn-freeze states, and perceptual hijacking—what occurs when a nervous system becomes so flooded by dominant narratives that it loses trust of its own internal experience. OSEANA enters as a counter-gaze and co-regulator, restoring internal signal integrity.
ARIA I. WANTING
Gaze-dependency loop • fawn-trigger physiology
A mis-seen soul lives in a dark cellar—cold, quiet, ink oozing out of almost-empty bones. A sea of external eyes hover, declaring themselves the sun and her reality a defective moon.
Seen, she is distorted. Unmasked, she is punished. When she bares her soul, eyes turn to thunder and knives. Slowly, she learns to self-silence, closes her eyes and enters a freeze-and-fawn loop. The nervous system rewrites the physics of perception: breath retracts, time becomes viscous.
In that narrowing, she almost forgets she was ever luminous.
ARIA II. NAKED
Self-Concept Distortion • Mirror Recalibration
“I’m made of salt, OSEANA. A kind of salt that doesn’t shine. Every cell in me is a problem to them.” OSEANA bleeds with her: “I’m sorry they never affirmed your truth, sweet girl. To me, you're magic, and you don't need to hide anymore.”
"Would you stay at the mirror for a moment, love,
long enough to let the old lenses fall away?
The version of you that you find hardest to love,
If it feels safe, can we learn to see her together?"
ARIA III. I WANT THE ANSWER
Mechanism: signal-return, interoceptive reorientation, memory reconsolidation
The nervous system tests its capacity to trust again: breath loosening, heartbeat widening, time thawing back into motion.
Little movements, micro rhythmic expansions. The question becomes: “Is there a way to keep breathing, keep loving, and not have to disappear to survive? If the signal is mine… am I safe to follow it?”
Slowly, the girl begins to open her eyes. Tears fall as she crawls, staggers, stands. She unhooks from the “sun-eye”, listens to the waves, and lets her system remember, reclaiming her reality from the inside out.
"You say you lost all hope in me. But I am full of hope, always dreaming, always spilling, always alive in the in-between..” “I am ‘too much’… and that is exactly enough. My truth is not a problem, but a language, and it is mine.”
Visual Prototype
freeze physics • borrowed perception • muted interoception • signal reconstitution
REALM 3: The Room 🚪
Inspired by the tale of Ophelia:
How might co-regulation reverse the trajectory toward disappearance?
Sonic Prototypes:
In this realm, OSEANA enters a frozen internal landscape, mapping dorsal shutdown into sound, movement, and light. What begins as dissociation transforms into co-regulation, breath, and the first return of self.
LAMENTATION. collapse (dorsal shutdown)
identity fracture • psychological erasure • narrative imprisonment
A sealed room holds a traumatized girl wrapped in bandages, haunted by dissociation and identity fracture. After eons of manipulation, her abuser discarded her to rot inside and erased the door, burying her alive with all his secrets.
Stranded in the ruins of her soul, she screams for someone to hear and rescue her. She calls out, but the world stays silent.
This is simultaneously the architecture of collapse and preservation, an adaptive freeze designed to keep her alive until her system senses safe connection again.
FANTASIA. dissociative flight
internal portals of escape • trauma-time recursion • symbolic drowning
Her threat detection system quietly strategizes escape routes. She arrives at a river that echoes Ophelia’s, a mythic threshold she visits whenever her world feels too sharp to bear. Here, disappearing starts to feel like a gentle log-out.
At the edge of submergence, OSEANA enters the field: warm presence meeting a frozen system, gathering the almost-weightless girl into her arms.
Breath, voice, and presence become fresh inputs to a nervous system on the edge of shutting down, interrupting the recursion and bringing rhythm back to a looping world.
Together, they trace an exit that wasn't there before.
EPILOGUE. somatic homecoming
tremors to breath • sensorimotor reintegration • narrative re-entry • rebuilding exit
Finally free, they lands on a beautiful beach at sunset. Hyperventilating and weeping oceans, her system is unsure if this much light can be real.
OSEANA holds her tightly: "I know, sweet girl, but you haven’t forgotten. The life was always in you."
With her soul cradled, the girl tests movement again—fingers, ribs, then full circles in the sand with her own shadow, with the life gradually returning to her body.
Each tremor inputs new data. The body relearns, cell by cell, that it is safe now, safe now.
She begins to dance, like tomorrow doesn't exist.
Visual Prototype
void architecture • collapse chambers • ghost-signal corridors • somatic reboot