My Creative Process

Illustration by Joe Ladisla

Because languages and our bodies mediate our experiences of the world, my creative process centers language and my sense-making as avenues for opening doors and building bridges across oceans, divides and worlds. Brick by brick, word by word, I am amazed by how we use language to build scaffolds of meaning, pillars which give voice to how we make sense of the world. For me, I believe languages are amazing systems we share and collectively build to represent the ideas, people, things and world around us. Still, there are limits.

“Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought.”

Audre Lorde

People are different and our understandings of the world are shaped by those differences in location, identity, culture. As a queer, second-generation Filipino-American, I live between walls, messily spread between the bordered identities that contain me. It is an experience that demands a name and begs for a voice. Though the constitutive mechanisms of common sense, disciplines, and categories complexly provide clarity in meaning (and in this sense, belonging), its inflexibility and rigidity sometimes hinder the possibility for imagination and change.

When I discover nameless ideas, feelings or things still waiting to be named and voiceless inventions still waiting to be voiced, I am reminded of the hyphen, which is core to who I am. The hyphen represents the in-between that doesn’t fit within the frame imbued with naturalness. Not inside or outside of the frame, but rather one foot in, one foot out, eclipsed in hyphenation. History, alongside my experiences, tells me to locate the hyphenations, hybridities and queer slants lurking in the indeterminate partially shaded penumbrae of natural common sense. This is what inspires my creative work: to give voice to the voiceless, to name what has not been named correctly if at all, and to shine a light on the hazy trail of people, ideas and things that our fixed meanings leave behind in the margins.

Photo by Joe Orellana at the 2022 Speak Out for Democracy in National City, CA


In working through these queer slants, I released my first album, Heartstrings, in 2018, which brought together a collection of songs that provide a glimpse of what love looks like from the perspective of a queer person of color. As someone who grew up singing in choirs, rock bands, theatre, and even in my lolo and lola’s living room with a karaoke machine, I drew much of my inspiration for this album from my creative experiences in order to navigate my questions of sexual orientation and identity. In this self-discovery process, each song resembles my struggle of coming up against the limited horizons of love as it is generally conceived and how in those breaking points, I sift through lyrical strings of melodic meanings to discover which parts of me are authentically me.

Yet as time and cultural shifts untangle the implications of discrimination and prejudice, I am conflicted by contemporary conversations that suggest we drop the hyphen because it enforces that I am a partial-American, modified by being Filipino, by being a Brown person of color. Does the articulation of “Filipino American” balance this dynamic of identity by saying I am Filipino first and not just an American with Brown skin? Perhaps, this shift of representation in our language is a necessary step toward imagining what that future might look like for the physically displaced and historically dislocated immigrant descendants like me who feel stuck, hyphenated, modified in-between cultural camps.

Apollo’s Refuge

In thinking about the conditions of my being, becoming, and belonging, I have since then found my music to be at the heart of how I relate to others as a queer Filipino American singer-songwriter crafting unspoken narratives through music, but also as an activist supporting my community in the Filipino diaspora through their struggles of displacement and dislocation and as a communication researcher seeking to understand how the world is made to mean.

As the second addition to my creative pursuits, Apollo’s Refuge grew from the aching anxieties, angst, and agony of 2020. Immersed in a deep sadness, I was reminded of Audre Lorde’s essay Poetry is Not a Luxury, in which she says, “Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought.” Songwriting is similarly an introspective medium through which I craft combinations of the old and forgotten to open reimagined ways of seeing the world. It is an affective way of creatively resisting what is, embracing instinct, and creating a vocabulary for the heartbreak many of us know too well. Initially, I carved an isolated island for myself to close out the terrible pandemic plastered in pandemonium. But as I peered beyond my refuge of reflection, I was compelled to create and build something after witnessing the moving response of protestors taking to the streets for the Black Lives Matter movement, despite the risks it posed to their well-being. It made me think, perhaps, rather than reserving the safety my music offers me, I should bravely share because everyone needs a safe place to land. With this belief, I set out to write and compose new music that could discursively and affectively do so.

In this album, I laid my emotions bare to find a way to move past my personal fears brought on by the pandemic, the failures of capitalism and nation-states, and the racial injustices that continue to plague our lives. Because music has always been that source of solace for me, I decided to build a collaborative musical refuge for those who feel lost, afraid, or in need of a place to rest in these times of chaos. Conjuring allegories of Greek mythology, I composed love letters for you, my friends, family, colleagues, acquaintances, strangers, past lovers, and all those in between. The title is a play on Apollo who is a Greek god of healing and music, but he is also a Greek god of plague. This album teeters along this duality in order to reimagine social life itself beyond the individual and the family. Invoking the musical and healing powers of Apollo and Asclepius, the stories I articulate through my songwriting are designed to offer avenues of connection, a place for refuge, and glimmers of hope. Invoking imagery of water, islands, and ships, I sing to tell the stories of how my experiences, vulnerabilities, and insecurities as a queer person of color have inspired me to be more compassionate, empathetic, and loving, all of which I hope to extend to you as a way to relate, find refuge and remind you that we’re not alone.

You can find my music including my latest album Apollo’s Refuge on most streaming services including Spotify, Apple Music, and YouTube.

A Sunflower Archipelago

Lastly, I am currently working on a third album, A Sunflower Archipelago, which documents different stories and experiences of health, care, and safety (and the lack thereof) across the Filipino diaspora. The album draws its inspirations from sunflowers, which can communicate and collaborate with each other through their root systems to share nutrients, according to a team of researchers at the University of Alberta. Paired with the linguistic and cultural diversity across the Philippine archipelago, A Sunflower Archipelago imagines these stories in song as a solidarity network that brings together ways of sharing in the struggle for survival. You can listen to drafts of songs that will be on this album on Soundcloud.