Raine

Nature. Art. Music. History. Space. When all is erased except the naked soul, these are the things you will find left in me. These are the things that can reach inside me and pull strands of me out into the world. They are my heartbeat, the tears from my eyes, and the rhythm of my soul.

That said you will find my tastes very eclectic. Lots of sounds from nature and native flutes and drums. But the fantasy of space also pulls in a variety of synthesized sounds to express the emotions that nature just didn't supply me a sound for.