christy leung

[re-uploading this from May 2021 as the original post somehow disappeared 🥺 but this song means a lot to me] wrote this song back in 2020 about brief encounters with people / soon-to-be-strangers again... rinse and repeat (thanks to those who are still sticking around 🫶) --- what now will I act upon my sorrows these weights on my feet they’re betting on tomorrow but my dreams they don’t align with you or what you’re gonna say what am I gonna say to you “people come and go” is this a saying or what’s overly done, throughout these years my shapeless affection could burden no one is this a free carousel enduring feeling that repeats on itself how have I not learnt my lessons now to give all or to give no one but as a drop into a well it hits hard onto myself as I stay silent could you ever tell it felt like courage on my side but to you it’s so cold to see that I’ve been by your side and that I have tried so hard to move on what am I gonna say what am I gonna say to you I’m tired of betting on tomorrow when tomorrow is another you

nyc recap pt.2 on film

a poetry class project (2015)// been years since I made instrumental tracks but hopefully there are more to come... Inspired by Leslie Scalapino's poem from her poetry collection titled New Time, in which she illustrates her interpretation of time, which goes and stretches in horizontal. Like the poem, the melody does not have a storyline of emotions and is not made to be "aesthetically pleasing" (i.e. with perfectly harmonious chords and upbeat rhythm). There are recurring and accumulating motifs that function to build onto the atmosphere. Despite their repetitive and recurring nature, small and sometimes incremental changes are made to the motifs but such changes last only very briefly—an attempt to emulate the ephemerality of the moment illustrated in the poem. The repetitiveness of the melody attempts to build an urban-like social atmosphere and experience that is almost repeatable and routinized, to illustrate the human mind that cannot rest, keeps on running, and yet, is stuck in limbo as the melody gradually loses form. The motif disintegrates like a collapsing human mind racing against time. The melodic movement also mimics the movements illustrated in the poem and its structure—the busy, unceasing wave of people and their motions of "leaping, hanging, falling", and yet also floating at the same time within the moment. They are entrapped within "the system" —"beating their own bodies on a wall" —and forced to function in unison as a social unit, stripped away their sense of individualism. Yet however, there is dissonance (reflected in the melody) as they "can't rest" and "aren't resting". There is perpetual frustration: constant shuffling, moving, migrating, and desperation to find a way to escape from the mass. Yet in some ways, the mass still cannot be inclusive of the individual, whose heart is innately out of sync (gradual dissonance), a response to a line from another poem by Scalapino  —"there can't be groups". There is chaos in the social atmosphere, but is only hinted subtly in a repressed manner and in an eerie and minimalistic way (with a post-modern DeLillo-like vibe) that is perceptible but inarticulable.

no skills no artz, just going with the flow… keep drawing on the wrong layer, and all the details that I won’t be able to transfer to my carvings but at least the process was therapeutic // what is this for… what will this become… it doesn’t matter as long as this sketch and the process is wholly owned and controlled by myself ~ need more moments like this where I can turn off the world, and all these voices… just let me be… uwu

b-sides from nov 2025 @ Tung Chung

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rare occasions where I brought my film camera with me — during travels + annual leaves because I’m losing this habit, time, and personal space to do what I want to, feel what I want to, and view the world the way I want to uwu

wrapping up the year… celebrating the very few things I was able to do for myself / partially for myself this past year (as compared with what I have done in the past)… but yay… something is something :) hoping to have more time and headspace for myself next year… and to somehow reset my mind and motivation and stop thinking “what’s the point of doing anything” or being so serious about everything I do and I guess I should still celebrate how I survived a full-time job with everything else I had to do… (idk how)… the zine 手稿 for the Tung Chung zine was drawn on the airplane… a few pages from my latest illustration zine were also drawn on the airplane and during taxi rides during a work trip… the captions for my illustration for beinghongkong were also written on the plane… cos there is never enough time lol

scallion butter salt bread uwu // trying to use up my expired 00 flour from the last time I attempted salt bread which was months ago // now that I finally got the dough consistency and fluffiness right, maybe I can work on the aesthetics next time … #scallion cos been working with scallions for another project (farm to table potential)

tbt an exhausting week back in Sep in old Beijing and 2.5 therapeutic days just by myself

tbt a month ago in 老北京 trying to make a work trip look aesthetic // film photos shot with lomography simple use film camera (back to basics!!) + other non-film photos

tbt exactly a year ago in nyc… 🥹 when we tried to schedule a few music/practice-free days throughout the month to enjoy the city