ApolloHY loves stories. As a child he would write on scrap paper. He would make games. He would draw, sing, and dance. He would act. He dreams of a world where his work never dies. A world where his work is carved into seeds, hidden as poetry, as music, as writing, and planted in the hearts of others. He dreams of a blossom that will bear fruit to a sky full of colors, to a table full of joy, to a wintery car ride home nestled in the warmth of others. ApolloHY dreams of connecting people.
It is hard to say ApolloHY is just an artist, a performer, or a writer. ApolloHY is a gardener.