Sometimes, you only realize much later that you’ve lost a bit of yourself. Not suddenly. Not dramatically. But very quietly.
For a long time, I tried to fulfill a role I thought I had to fit into. I moved in a direction I believed was „right“—thinking it might suit me better or work more effectively. I drew. I created art. And I tried to believe that this was my true passion.
But deep down, there was always something else. Music.
Music was never just a hobby for me. It was always more than that. Music is a part of my inner universe. It’s the place where thoughts become emotion, and emotion becomes sound. And yet, at some point, I began to suppress this part of myself.
I built up a kind of facade. An identity I thought I should be. Maybe because it seemed easier. Maybe because it fit a certain image better. But eventually, you notice when something doesn’t truly come from within.
The image I’m showing here was born from exactly such a moment. It’s a still image. Black and white. Without distraction.
The crossed arms almost feel like a form of protection. Perhaps even a self-embrace. A moment where you pause and ask yourself who you really are. This image represents a point where I had to admit to myself: I am not just an artist who draws. I am not just a visual artist. I am, above all, a musician.
And everything else—the images, the visual projects, the thoughts—simply belongs to that world.
Sukey Vionic is not a single project. It is my creative home. A place where music, images, thoughts, and ideas are allowed to come together without me having to separate them.
Perhaps this blog is exactly the right place for that. Not perfect. Not polished. But honest.
And perhaps, right here, a new chapter of my journey begins.
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