Journal

From Image to Sound

I arrived in music production after a long creative silence.

For years, I stayed still. Because of personal choices, because of life, because of roads taken and then left behind. But some passions never really disappear. They remain under the skin, even when you think you have put them away.

Before Music

Before music, I worked for sixteen years in video production and post-production.

It was another world.

Digital technology was not yet what we know today. Everything was physical, analog, made of machines, tapes, cables and signals that had to be controlled with patience.

VHS, Betamax, U-matic 3/4, Betacam, one-inch video recorders, video mixers, TBCs. Heavy machines, noisy machines, living machines. Every image passed through hands, eyes and attention.

I worked through the early years of that world. Weddings, fashion shows, conferences, project after project. Each job had its own rhythm, its own urgency, its own story.

For a long time, that was my profession.

Then, at some point, something faded.

It was not only tiredness. It was the feeling that I no longer recognized myself in what I was doing. I was producing images, editing memories, following events, but inside I felt that something was missing.

I was looking for something closer to who I really was.

Leaving One World Behind

Then came disappointments, difficult choices, and I left that world behind. I also left my homeland.

I arrived in Germany and began a different life, working in a completely different field.

Changing country does not only mean changing address. It means changing language, rhythm, habits. It means starting again, often in silence, carrying with you what you were and what you have not yet managed to become.

But the creative part of me never disappeared.

It stayed in my mind. And above all, in my heart.

Finding Sound Again

For years, it came out through poetry. Thoughts, wounds, memories, fragments of life. Writing was my way of not losing my voice, even before music found me again.

First, I searched for images.
Then, I searched for words.
Today, I search for sounds.

Music arrived like that. Not as a sudden decision, but as something that slowly found its space.

Today, I try to turn into music what I feel, what I remember, and what I sometimes cannot say.

A thought.
An absence.
A night.
A distance.
An emotion that remains, even when everything seems to have passed.

I am not looking for cold perfection. I am looking for something with a soul. A melody, an atmosphere, a moment that can stay with the listener.

My music comes from there: from distant images, from words left open, from a life that has changed more than once, and from a part of me that waited for the right moment to be heard again.

Maybe, in the end, I never really stopped creating.

I simply changed language.

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