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My Studio x KSIL
Origin
Calling Through Creativity
A testimony about discovering that music was never merely a hobby. My Studio follows the journey from bedroom producer to purpose-driven artist, exploring the tension between ambition, ministry, and the desire to create something that genuinely honors God.
At the surface, My Studio is a song about music creation and artistic passion.
Beneath that is a conversation about stewardship. The record traces the evolution from wanting recognition to understanding responsibility. The recurring studio imagery becomes a metaphor for communion with God, transforming a creative workspace into a place of discipleship.
The song ultimately argues that purpose is not found through industry validation but through obedience. What begins as a story about making music becomes a testimony about allowing God to inhabit every creative process, every dream, and every calling.
- Would you sell your soul — My Studio traces the burden of stewardship once calling replaces hobby: the weight of creating something that must honor God when the industry offers easier contracts. Burden and calling share a spine; the artist who feels the weight is often the one assigned to carry it faithfully.
- Rejection was protection — My Studio reframes every closed door as divine architecture guarding a calling from premature exposure. For the listener still in the dorm room with a cracked VST, the calling is already valid without cosigners.
- My Studio is the origin document of the entire catalog — the track that names when the calling arrived, what it cost to hold it, and what it meant to be told by God that the absence of cosigners was the architecture of the calling itself. "Rejection was protection" is not a consolation. It is a structural revelation about how divine appointments are protected from premature exposure.
- Would you sell your soul — the mother's question follows every creative decision in My Studio. Fear of trading the gift for approval is the foundation stone the record returns to: heck no, then and now.
- You don't need plaques to know I'm proud of you — My Studio carries divine affirmation in the silence between loops, hope for the artist who has only heard human silence. The calling was witnessed from the beginning; the hope is that the witness was God.
- The dorm room misfit writing music he thought hip hop needed, the clique that finally told him he was the one missing, the late nights with no cosigners and a cracked VST — My Studio documents the specific loneliness of a calling that has not yet found its community. For the person currently in that loneliness, the track is proof that the isolation was not abandonment. It was preparation.
- You don't need plaques to know I'm proud of you — My Studio carries recognition longing: the artist who heard human silence longer than divine affirmation, aching to be known in the calling before the world had language for it. Rejection by gatekeepers is symptom; the root ache is to be seen in what God was building in private.
- "She said, would you sell your soul — I told her heck no." The question a mother asks a sixteen-year-old about the cost of the dream is the question that follows him into every studio session for the rest of his life. My Studio carries that conversation as a foundation stone — the earliest declaration that the gift would not be traded, even before he fully understood what he was protecting.
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