waxing the polyphony
We turn a single photo, a stray line of writing, or just a feeling into a finished song — stems, sheet, karaoke, and a storyboard you can animate into a motion picture. Every piece carries its provenance: the source, the citation, the artist.
Upload an image. The studio reads its mood, palette, and story, then drafts a song from it.
Paste lyrics, a poem, or a stray note. We shape it into a track with structure, key, and tempo.
Not sure yet? Hum a feeling, describe a weather. We meet you at the doorway and walk in together.
Ingest → Index → Persona → Retrieve → Embody → Surface
A song, a scarf, a catalogue plate, a film — every piece carries its source. The musical, the catalog raisonné, the shop, the comic: each is a surfaceon top of the same primitive — an avatar built from a real person's real work, that cites the file before it answers.
No source, no answer. Mandatory citation. That's not a feature; it's the floor we build on.
A dark room with a screen and a velvet rope. Watch the premiere, leave applause, hear the producer.
The watchmaker's bench. Writing desk, music bench, vision table — three stations, one piece.