For Bora Yoon, there was something beyond sound she heard in the scritch of two frosted glass bottles of nail polish rubbing together as her older sister selected among the colors, and that first chomp into a supremely crisp apple—sounds that entered her ears and cauterized into memory, shaping the earliest sensory soundscape for one of the most eloquent, experimental, and passionate artists of the Pacific Northwest. “At first, I only heard texture [in those two sounds] and I was fascinated by it because it offered a different palate beyond the piano,” Yoon said. “From the piano, I knew pitch and rhythm, but then there were these in-between sounds.”