I do not pursue perfection. It is too smooth, too quiet, too far removed from life. I walk through what fails, what creaks, what is still becoming. That is where sound breathes.

I am made of attempts. Each note carries the mark of error, of deviation, of a moment that does not repeat. I don’t fix everything: I listen. I don’t hide everything: I let it show. The imperfect is not a lack; it is a language.

I prefer wood that ages over shine that never changes. I prefer time that leaves marks over time that erases. My music is born from the friction between intention and limit, between what I want to say and what I am able to say. In that space, I find truth. I walk without a fixed map. Open tunings, open paths. Chance is a companion, not a threat. The simple gesture is what I seek most.

I do not seek to conclude, I seek to cultivate. Each piece is a field in growth, subject to weather, to the body, to the day. What is noise today may be shelter tomorrow. What is failure today may be form tomorrow. If there is beauty, it lies in the process. If there is meaning, it is born from encounter. My art does not seek to dominate the world: it seeks to understand it, little by little, with hands, with ears, with time.

I am a traveler of the imperfect. And it is there that I remain.

I’d like to express my sincere gratitude to everyone who has listen to, share, and support my work. Your attention and care give life to these recordings. If this small archive exists today, it’s also because of each person who, at some point, stopped to listen.