My description is :

I collect languages ​​like rare vinyls - each new one reveals other people's jokes, songs and ways of thinking, and then I immediately taste them in conversations. I pick up the guitar when there are no more words: I sit down, pluck the strings, and everything that has accumulated during the day turns into a melody or text. My creativity is everywhere - sketches on my phone, riffs in the rain, ideas for videos at three in the morning - and then I go to a party, where this energy splashes out under loud music, dancing and other people's stories until the morning. I live between new words, chords and night lights - and I really enjoy it.