It all began with a memory from childhood, editing home videos my father had recorded, set to “The Trip” by Still Corners.
The tears my mother cried watching it taught me something.
A record is not just storage. When you shape it with your own hands, it can move people’s hearts and reach into the future.
That moment was the beginning of everything I have made since.
Moments from daily life that move something inside me, the feeling of a place, fragments of personal memory. I gather these and shape them into something that carries warmth.
That practice led me to start Balloon Packing Moments (https://bpm-mqd.com), a lifework project built around that way of living.
The name holds an image. Packing fleeting moments into a balloon, and releasing it into the current of time.
What I make has no fixed form.
Sound, writing, film, or a particular space, or something that grows slowly over time.
All of these are simply different vessels for crystallizing memory.
Whatever the medium, if a way of thinking runs through it, everything connects into one unbroken expression.
What I am building is not an archive of memories. It is a place to return to, for my future self, for family, and for anyone who finds their way here and feels lost.
Using the warmth of the past as fuel, we look together toward a future that feels right.
So that one day, when we look back on our own lives, the people we will have become are smiling. I keep designing time, free from any fixed shape.
