"In electronics, a 'floating pin' is a digital input that has been left unconnected. Lacking a hard tie to a defined voltage, it fails to ground. Instead, it becomes a microscopic antenna, naturally picking up ambient background noise."
I am a floating pin. This is the background noise.
The Unassigned Input
My life is a series of severed roots. Raised in Canada. An English home and a French school, living in 2 linguistic worlds from the start.
I left home at sixteen and became an obsessive backend coder. I burned out and ended up in Mexico learning Spanish, then studied trades in northern Canada, and eventually landed in China. Becoming obsessed with Chinese characters, I have now spent half my life in China where I work a day job designing software, electronics, and mechanics.
I am a collision of languages and cultures: English, French, Spanish, Chinese, and now learning Japanese. A collection of disciplines and geographies, no unified conventional identity.
In systems, components are assigned... to a culture, an institution, etc... I have no such tethers. I report to no organization and claim no territory. To everyone, I am a foreigner. Unassigned. A functional piece of hardware that was never wired into a grid.
Ambient Interference
I’ve always been a loner. I was the one alone in the corner of the playground, daydreaming and picking at the grass. I never fit in, just trying to function like a "normal" person is a constant exhausting exercise in coping.
As an adult, I finally found the words to describe it: hyper-associative. My mind refuses to let anything exist in isolation. Everything is connected to everything, and everything is saturated with meaning. The clouds are predicting traffic jams. Those birds are laughing at the ants. That line of code is whispering spiritual awakening. If I overhear a stranger scolding their child, my brain spirals into interpreting it as a cosmic reprimand for my bad behaviour yesterday. Everything cascades into a bombardment of associations and metaphors.
It’s the fuel for my obsessions, but requires constant self-management just to keep from drowning in the noise, it's probably why I'm usually alone in corners. It used to feel like a curse, but I love it now, I use it... or maybe that's just Stockholm syndrome with my own mind.
I don't have a grand artistic thesis or a manifesto. These aren't some mystical master plan... they are just me, still in the corner of the playground, tracing lines in the dirt with a stick. They are my way of making the endless deafening noise hold still for just a second.
The Band Gap
In solid-state physics, a "band gap" is a forbidden zone where no electron states can exist. That perfectly describes the divide between Science and Art. Science guards its rigid credibility and practicality, while Art fiercely protects its ambiguity and rejects function. By aggressively avoiding each other's territory, they've engineered a massive, empty void in the middle.
Scientists stay out
for fear of looking silly or being called a pseudo-scientist.
Artists stay out
for fear of being called 'Design' (A derogatory word in the art world)
That forbidden zone is exactly what I crave. I occasionally find glimpses of it in science fiction, but it’s heavily diluted by standard character arcs and commercial human drama. I don't want a two-hour movie just to get five minutes of pure structural creativity, I want the raw concentrated version. That pure extract is so rare, perhaps that's why I started trying to manufacture it myself.
Drifting through the band gap.
Welcome to the lost and found.
Contact &
Collaboration
QUERY: PERMISSION
"Can I use this in my project?"
Yes. The content extracted here is meant to be shared and integrated into new structures.
If you use it I would love to see, please show me!
QUERY: AVAILABILITY
"Are you interested in collaborating / Are you available for hire?"
Yes. I am always looking for new opportunities, I want to spend more time on this stuff.
I'm totally interested in working with teams making games, lore, media etc...