More to Love

A record of collective anger as a fragile expression of courage.

A refusal of the project format, assembled instead as instinctive fragments of seeing.

A first attempt at witnessing childhood joy shaped by tourism and displacement.

A witness to what the city chooses not to see.

This is a wild leopard cat.

A greedy black cat with a very strong aura.

The roar of a shark.

This is how I express my feeling of loss.

This is how my nostalgia is expressed.

This is how I express my pain.

Refusing the biased gaze that casts minorities as the “other.”

Finleigh Zack Choreographic Reel 2026

Every day is Wimbledon

We keep waiting for the first domino to fall, to start the chain of movements for life.

We keep waiting for the first domino to fall, to start the chain of movements for life.

Double Bind 2.0 transforms collective female voices into dynamic movement to champion equity, hope, and universal human connection.

A five-second sugar sculpting captures five thousand years of sweetness.

An exploration of the individual as a vessel of limitless potential.

A metaphor of clarity hidden beneath surface moisture.

A satirical series exposing the gap between outward glamour and inner fracture.

A surreal series on the individual’s dislocation within the collective.

A looping rain-scape depicts an individual trapped in endless solitude.

When does one truly reach the shore?

Interwoven Solar Term colors form a continuous cycle that revitalizes seal script.

A contemporary ballet dance piece about farewell, expressing love and separation through shifting physical contact and gravity-like emotion.

A deep friendship forms with the cactus, and together they flourish within their environment.

What it still means to sense, to know, to be present.

Order persists unchallenged.

It does not resolve it, justify it, or elevate it.

Between bodies, language, intention, and the camera itself.

Soon, however, his freedom is put at risk.

I had to do what I could with my work to bring attention to these facts.

What remains is the sensation of having searched for something that was never there.

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