audrey cherell wiltz

some projects you work on. some you get to live in. this past year has been the latter, and i’m still processing how good it feels to be trusted with something this real. being in the room when something special is being made is a gift i don’t take lightly. i showed up to support and left feeling inspired every single time. that’s what happens when you’re around an artist who is fully, unapologetically committed. thank you Mack [ @mackkeane ] for letting me witness this journey up close and for trusting me in your circle. you are genuinely one-of-one, and I have zero doubts about God’s plans for you! and thank you Danny [ @dannycagan ] for giving me the space to ideate and think alongside you — for trusting me as a creative partner & allowing me to have a real seat at the table. i could say a thousand words and then some, but honestly the music speaks for itself and says more than I ever ever could. congratulations to every single person who added their magic to this album. it’s absolutely incredible. Wide Eyed is out now — go find your song so we can argue about our favorites 🤍

i’m unlearning the habit of chasing answers, trying to make everything make sense right away. some things just need space. you don’t have to chase clarity, you just have to sit still.

hi my loves happy Sunday happy 🌞 here is an unfiltered 4min 7 sec video of the greatest artist of all time at one of my favorite venues of all time singing one of my favorite songs of all time ⭐️ seeing Stevie Wonder perform live last year was so special I still don’t really have the words for it. • Something about the beginning of March always feels really good and momentous for me. Maybe it’s because I know Spring Equinox is around the corner, and deep down that genuinely feels more like a “happy new year!” moment than Jan 1. I think for me this beginning of March feels like quiet momentum I guess, not loud. Kinda like, headphones in the locker room focused before the game type momentum. Inner energy momentum. Right now feels like, maybe all the mud is starting to dry up finally. Maybe we can shake off the muck of 2020-2025 and move on with who we wanna be, not who we were. Ya know? Anyways, happy new almost new year ya filty animals 🤎

Last November was my first time visiting the part of Louisiana my family is from. I got to touch the soil that raised my bloodline. My great-grandparents owned that land. They farmed it. Raised babies and grandbabies on it. Long before my grandpa was my grandpa, he came to work for the Barras family farm… and married the farmer’s daughter. 🤎 Wallace Wiltz and Nellie Marie Barras. My grandparents met and fell in love on the farm. They married, became sharecroppers themselves, raised babies of course, and when their desire for more grew loud enough, they moved out west to California. My dad grew up in Watts. 103rd & Anzac. He used to tell me about family trips of them driving back to Louisiana to visit the farm. Me? I never did. I grew up in Oregon. I never knew sugarcane grew that tall. Didn’t know it sounded like that in the wind. I’d never seen the Bayou. Never seen oak trees so big they feel ancient. Never seen a southern sunset burn such a strong orange. I stood where my great-grandparents’ house once was and just… felt it. Simple. Profound. Heavy in the best way. I was instantly enamored with it all. And proud to be a Wiltz. They built something in a time when America was honestly far more rigid than it feels now. Without their grit, their imagination, their refusal to shrink… Would I even be here? If they didn’t fight to be free, would we be free? How do I honor the freedoms they fought for me to have? Can I hold the freedom as joy, and as a responsibility? CanI honor what they built… while fully enjoying what they fought for? Can we have a revolution and dance in the midst of it? Freedom is my word for 2026. Not to glorify it or make it something other than what it is. But to own it, to savor the title. To remember. To act upon it. To do something with it! To build something bigger than me, despite all odds. We are free… remember? 🤍

As boundless as imagination, as true as love. Welcome to Alleyoop Studios.

SUMMERTIME DUMP 🌞 fun fact: my birthday is in November and growing up I was always a tiny bit jealous of summertime birthdays because it was sunny out and school was out. but now I live in LA so it’s summertime all the time weeeeee 🤸🏽‍♀️🤎🙂‍↕️ p.s. I miss the old instagram bc what do you mean I can’t add a song and then also hear the audio of my videos? 😠

11 years in LA. Kinda wild. So much can unravel, awaken, shift, break, and bloom over time. Wild how many lives you can live in one place. Lately I’ve been feeling like I’m at a new beginning again. Something new but very familiar is stirring up in me. Like a quiet little nudge… a knowing. A gentle rebellion against what used to be. A pull toward more expression. More ease. More meaning. I’m not rushing it. If I’ve learned anything, it’s that God’s timing isn’t something to mess with. So I’m listening. I’m aligning. I’m letting it unfold. I’m truly grateful for every version of me that got me here, even the ones I outgrew. Especially the ones I outgrew. Every season shaped me. You know the song ‘Just Like Water’ from Lauryn Hill’s MTV Unplugged performance? This reflection & moment kinda feels like that song. Anyways… I think I’m most curious about who I’m becoming next. How I might be used as a vessel—a light, a mirror, a catalyst. Whatever alleyoop God needs me to facilitate & see through. As this next chapter unfolds, I’d like to share more along the way. Bits and (lots of) pieces. Little (huge) reflections. Sound good? Aight cool. 🙂‍↕️🤎

you come in every Wednesday on your lunch break, I think and you always order the special, with the hot chocolate & my manager be trippin’ and stuff talkin’ ‘bout we gotta use water but I always use some milk and cream for you ‘cause I think you’re kinda sweet ☕️😌

32! In my… Magic Johnson year? Haha. Thank you for all the birthday wishes, calls, texts, and heartfelt messages ❣️ I’m genuinely, truly grateful to be alive on this little earth. Our time, our existence, is so precious, and I pray that we all can be present in our own lives to appreciate the tiniest of little miracles everyday. I made a promise to myself in September that if I did nothing else at all, I would ✨ listen ✨ — To God, to my gut, to the universe, to the signs — just listen. Don’t ignore the call, the pull, or the curiosity. So far that’s been a fruitful promise, making me surrender deeper into my purpose & my calling, and go towards things I desire whether I’ve figured it out in my head already or not. Cheers to my fellow scorpios in this season of dying deeper and rebirthing even bigger and better with love. 32 feels gracious and sexy idk. 🥰

#flashbackfriday wit a lil story time ~ some of you have heard me talk about my talk show dreams n dreams of being the oprah of music for yeaaaarssss, but you probably didn’t know this dream literally started as a seed planted 20 years ago. Shout to 1990s transitions 😂 and to whoever let a team of elementary school kids run a news cast 😂🥰 my first gig, Fir Grove K-5 News ❤️

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