Hi, I'm Laura, a California-based artist inspired by abstract expressionism, pop art, and surrealism. Musically, I draw from indie rock, electronic, and jazz.


Exploring to Collaborate with musicians, writers, and artists. Let's bring creative ideas to life.

Contact:
Laurapearson856@gmail.com

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Roger is a musician, producer & composer living in West Michigan.

He self-produces original acoustic & electronic compositions which range from ambient and IDM to classical.  His influences span far and wide through traditional blues and jazz to more modern house and techno beats.  More often than not, his music has just a touch of beautiful sadness.

His music is perfect for soundtracks, video games & other sync projects.  Contact him for more details.

Bass-driven electronic project blending techno, progressive, and future acid. Known for immersive soundscapes and heavy low-end, Kik Science delivers transmissions built for the floor and the circuit.

Each release and set channels atmosphere ∴ intensity ∴ precision — shaping the underground frequency.

Label: Sub Sync Records (@subsyncrecords)
Affiliates: G-Mafia Records (São Paulo) ⌖ Mustache Crew (Brazil) ⌖ Galactic Bamboo
SSR HQ: @subsyncrecords
Axis: YYC ⇌ BER

◉ Our story continues…

The breach settled behind them.

Not closed —

waiting.

Neon stepped forward.

The ground shimmered like metal dust suspended in air.

“It’s reacting,” she said.

“To us?”

Thorne knelt.

The particles shifted, forming thin lines —

shapes —

geometry.

A language.

Not written.

Assembled.

“These aren’t symbols,” Thorne whispered.

“They’re instructions.”

The Coranthium hovered low, humming, as though reading what neither of them could.

Dust spiraled upward.

A low-frequency pulse rippled out — deeper, heavier, like pressure rising from below.

Neon staggered.

“That sound—”

“It’s not sound,” Thorne said.

“It’s depth.”

The dust shifted again.

The shapes locked.

A cipher completed.

Then —

everything went still.

A voice formed inside the silence:

“Depth is a direction. Not below — within.”

Neon’s pulse aligned.

Something old and unseen moved beneath the surface.

“Thorne…”

“I know,” he said.

“We’re not reading it.

It’s reading us.”

The dust fractured —

not falling, not scattering —

rearranging with purpose.

One final line emerged:

“Awaken the charge.”

The Coranthium brightened.

A new pulse hit them —

clean, heavy, unignorable.

The ground trembled.

Something huge, dormant, mechanical —

turned.

—

෴ don’t LOVE me when I’m gone 
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Who knows anymore 𓋹
$tayblessedælovehate☥ 𓃦
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They’ll probably LOVE me when I’m gone ✝︎
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