OSEANA
A multimedia immersive world in the making. Love songs for every inner child to come home.
This time, Ophelia didn’t drown. A voice whispered: “You are never crazy, sweet girl. If no one is holding you, I am.” She found the tender courage to stay, and felt everything without breaking.
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 my psych-informed artist project that strives to build a home for emotions the world calls “too much.” It fuses my passions for music, psychology, and innovation to explore art as an emotional technology. A cinematic universe where sound and story generate systems for discovery, play, and healing.
All my life, I’ve been told to hide the messier parts of my soul to appear more legible, defined, stoic. Studying psychology, I learned how rarely we are taught to hold ourselves and each other safely, often dismissing what overwhelms familiar schemas. The nervous system carries its own toolkit for survival, but what once kept us safe can also fracture our souls and the world around us.
I am interested in finding ways to expand this toolkit, to make it easier for us to safely metabolize what we don’t yet know how to hold. Through OSEANA, I want to prototype a creative space where the “too much” finally get to be everything, too. No longer reduced to noise, big feelings reveal themselves as data, pulse, and music that can be heard and processed—as vital code in the system of being alive.
Asking: 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 tragic archetypes like Ophelia, Ariel, and Prometheus as survival stories, maps the nonlinear rhythms of neurodivergence into humanizing narratives, and questions cultural scripts that deny complexity and tenderness.
Drawing from psych paradigms like Internal Family Systems, polyvagal theory, internal working models, Relational-Cultural Theory and Winnicott’s transitional spaces, I try to compose sounds and stories as containers and bridges: connecting banished Parts to a compassionate Self, unlocking safe playgrounds for them to unravel and transmute. The nervous system becomes a site of design, and art an architecture for belonging. I also envision immersive technology like VR/AR, spatial audio, projection mapping, and bioresponsive systems becoming part of her world––prototyping dynamic forms of storytelling and interaction.
The Realms & Songs
The project unfolds realm by realm: each an emotional terrain where OSEANA meets an inner child lingering in exile. Each song they write together becomes a container for the previously “uncontainable,” a bridge back to the soul’s vast ocean—where connection is an antidote to exile, the heart a source of power, and feelings a portal of reclamation.
She whispers: ”Welcome home. You were never too much. You’ve always been oceanic.”
REALM 1: The Garden 🌸
Story: A girl dreams and remembers timelessly in a garden born of a lifetime of longing for a “prince” who would see her without turning away. Her yearning is ancient—all-consuming limerence, hopeless crushes, holding hands with the air…. but has finally taken the shape of a boy that feels just like him.
Fate denies their love and he never returns again, collapsing the movie in her heart. So she turns her body into a living altar, dancing their flame into completion––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, wholeheartedly awaiting the day he comes back home to her.
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. Crying oceans in OSEANA’s arms, 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.
REALM 2: The Cellar 🌙
Story: A mis-seen soul lives in a forgotten cellar—cold, quiet, ink oozing out of almost-empty bones. Her eyes are closed. External eyes hover, declaring themselves her sun. Their gaze calcifies into law, decreeing that there can be no truth in anything she perceives. She learns to wear their sight, to move with their limbs—prosthetics that replace her "inadequate" senses.
It never consciously occurs to her that they might be wrong—every voice she’s ever known tells the same tale. Still, something feels off inside. She screams, but the story does not move. She forgets she could shine at all: “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 so sorry that no one saw or affirmed your truth, sweet girl. To me, you're magic, and you don't need to hide anymore."
Slowly, the girl begins to open her eyes. Tears fall as she crawls, staggers, stands. She unhooks from the “sun-eye” and steadies her own moon, 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 too much is exactly enough. My truth is not a problem, but a language, and it is mine.”
REALM 3: The Room 🚪
Story: A secluded 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.
But her muffled voice floats in the corridors, mistaken for a ghost. She sees visions of herself standing by the lake in which Ophelia once drowned, and on the verge of diving in, OSEANA arrives and finds her almost lifeless on the floor. She cradles her tightly. Together, they say no to erasure and build an exit to the room.
Finally free, she lands on a beautiful beach at sunset, hyperventilating and crying rivers. But this is a new beginning, and this time, she chooses to live. She cradles her own soul and begins to dance in circles on the sand, with her own shadow, with the life gradually returning to her body. Slowly, she learns to breathe again.
Invitation 💙
I’m seeking music co-producers, visual storytellers, and interdisciplinary collaborators to bring OSEANA into full form with me. My goal is to begin rolling out storytelling and releases this coming fall, a transitional season of yearning, surrender and cinema that closely mirrors her world.
If any of the following stirs something in you, I’d be honored to connect!
And if someone who might resonate comes into mind, please feel free to pass this along. Every introduction helps weave this universe into being.
— with love, Helen
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Email: helenfeng666@icloud.com
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Instagram: @he1enfeng