Akari Komura

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The artist standing in front of a big tree, looking up at the sky

My name is Akari Komura (she/her).

I am originally from Tokyo, Japan.

I like thinking, writing, and imagining

our sonic environment.

I am interested in composing scores

that are invitational and sensorial.

I am interested in curating a performance space

for contemplative listening and soundmaking.

I am currently based in California studying Ph.D. in music composition at UC San Diego.

no.237 (dedicated to @ilanawaniuk)
meet a wind
meet a wind after dusk
meet a wind behind a cloud
meet a wind around your hair
meet a wind in a roofless room
meet a wind by the bark of a tree
meet a wind from 7 years ago
meet a wind clothed with leaves and your limbs
meet a wind sounding with soil and your skin
@akarikomura
2026 August

no.236 (excerpted from “voices on the surface” written for @meganarns)

@akarikomura

no.235 [silence]~[silenced]
@akarikomura
2026 July

no.234
sustain a darkly-veined long tone
a balloon rose into the sky
rose-colored silence
i rise with the sun
thornless silence
@akarikomura
2026 July

no.233
gather a cup of sunlight with a mirror
pour it into a sunless afternoon
listen to silence radiate
一杯の陽光を鏡で集める それを太陽のない部屋に注ぐ
静寂が光るのを聴く
@akarikomura
2026 June
#eventscore #deeplistening

no.232: for solo cello (or any instrument/s)
drill into silence for 3’
be still for 2’
be small for 1’
be a hill for 3’10”
be a bell for 50”
@akarikomura
2026 June
#eventscore #fluxus #collage

no.231
minutely;
i) like keeping the letters you receive in a box
ii) like sharing a box of chocolates
iii) like a matchbox
iv) like boxing and unboxing a thought
v) like a childhood lunch box

blue/bloom/root/womb
@akarikomura
2026 June

no.230
air
hair
wind
window
@akarikomura
2026 June

no.229 like winds landing on sky, not knowing gravity
@akarikomura
2026 June

no.228
for silence threaded with the scent of rosemary and airy sunrise/
silence threaded with breathlessness
@akarikomura
2026 May

no.227
the sound
of a pencil tracing the map of your hometown
the sound
of climbing the stairs at a station
the sound
of swimming across a river
the sound
of dancing in a dream
the sound
of a bird diving into the ocean

the sound
of distance —
of the moon,
of resistance,
of the Earth’s surface.
@akarikomura
2026 May

no.226
a sound dove into silence.
silence danced with a sound.
silence traced the dawn.
silence swam with a swan.
a sound climbed out of silence.
@akarikomura
2026 May

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