I’m currently developing a new feature film project. It will be a fictional film presented in the style of a documentary. The film will combine elements of theater/improv acting, narrative/fiction short films (thriller & dramedy), documentary filmmaking, and art therapy. While it may resemble a mockumentary, it is ultimately a film that pays respect to—and honors—art therapy practitioners.  I’m currently seeking funding, producers, cast members, screenplay co-writers, and below-the-line crew members. If you’re interested in getting involved, please email me at serlyris.art@gmail.com

Listening to Remember - Link

There are stories we hold on to— they become our identities.

It is easy to let other people take our power away. And we forget the power inside of us has always belonged to us..

When cruelty disguises itself in a good person’s skin, it’s like sugarcoated drugs. We become addicted to it and trap our wholeness in toxicity.

Remember, they don’t define you. 

Remember, they are not responsible for your life. 

Remember, comparatively, we only know something— but truly, we all know nothing. 

The greatest evil is taking away one’s basic needs and claiming, “I forgot.” 

Remember, they can’t write your stories. You—you have to rewrite and tell your story. 

Without the genuine kindness of our encounters, I couldn’t survive the grief, sorrow, betrayal, disappointment, defeat, misunderstanding, and the disabilities of my own flaws.

Remember, genuine people and kindness exist. They exist. And you are one of them.

Remember, you are allowed to grow, to heal, to feel safe again, to trust what you bring to the table, and to love deeply.

Remember, yes, you can feel.

Remember the relaxing comfort of lying down on the empty soccer field, the fresh aroma of the grass, the unconditional support of our Earth, the wide-open blue sky, and you—you are existing with them.

Remember, it is so good to be alive. 

Remember. 

Listening link for Waking Up - Poem & AI Song

You were right in front of me. And my head was kidnapped by my past truth of loss

The night we made our promise. It was like the fire melting my darkness away

I woke up from the years of grieving sleep. Realizing deeply inside I chose not to let go

Her call alerted a dying soul—It was time. I must go

Your protection grounded my strength. The courageous soul entered the journeys of Goodbye, Horror, and Hope

Goodbye

The blue bird from Canada liberated the depressing door

A surprise that the lie, disrespect, ignorance, and cowardice were the truth

The reality of my own flaw, I swallowed

The fire thus burned, burned the fakes, regrets, and burned it all

Horror

Angels came to bless with friendship songs

Witnessing the cheated judgment from the court for the dying soul

In front of him, she faked her bravery with tearing eyes

He gave her hope but he knew she must give herself hope

The victims roared with victory

Other voices were silenced

What’s so good about the outside world? Come—join our victory!

Spiritual blessings came whispered: change must come

True that she caused it all

True that she loved us all

True that she abused us all

We could no longer handle more. Angels breathed air to our souls

There were more souls suffering, like us all—alone

No cat for her mice showed her loss

Chaotic outbursts begged for help, love, stay, pain, and company. Narcissistically damaged all

Newborn coming into this world

Hope

Angels sing their friendship songs. There are all kinds of outside worlds

Thank you for kindly protecting our souls!