(This is not me …)
I really don’t like stuff about my identity published on the internet, hence no socials or anything of that sort. So, have a poorly drawn picture of this duck-thing with house shoes instead…
You’re welcome :>

Some actual context about me though: I like music.
I mean … I REALLY like music. I find music to be a better language than language itself. I found, it is capable of expressing depths of one’s heart unlike anything any word in the world can express on its own. Which is why (most of) my music is wordless. It has quickly turned into an investigation for me about how far I can take expression through wordless music. Turns out, it is far more potent than I initially expected.

I only write music when I feel unexpressed movements within me that I have no full understanding of yet. As a byproduct of this, all of my creations are 100% authentically distilled inner movements … prayers, in a way. Usually, I have no idea, what a song will end up expressing in advance. I only look at the finished track afterwards, and try to understand what it means, sometimes years later. I built this website to create a space where I can put these interpretations into stories illustrating the movement, but it may speak something entirely different to you, and that is good. Please don’t let my words misguide you, if you chose to disagree.

I have deep faith in the validity of a final source of all goodness, as some call it, or more simply: God. Much of my music seeks to explore the heart of goodness, and what it truly means to pursue it, because goodness itself is something I have a deep desire to understand as much as I can. I find it useful to make this insight available to anyone curious enough to dare delving into it. By no means, however, do I intend to invasively shape the listener … you. I hold the firm belief, that God has granted humans the uniquely divine choice of deciding what things to cherish in our hearts, and, as I found, he respects choices made resolutely, out of love for us. For there is no true love that is not freely given, which is, in return, what he desires from us: Freely given love. Who am I then to do anything but to respect this individual freedom too? As such, I consequently feel free to openly share what I see. Out of love for him.

Valiant Exile …

An Exile of sorts I have always been. Valiance, however, is a virtue I cannot claim to ever have earned. It comes as reward — a gift, as I see it — for taking on the commitment of following the source of goodness wherever it takes you. A promise from God to each and every one who chooses him freely. Valiant: A name which you may call yourself, because he has already called you by it: Have no fear, for I am with you. It is a choice. A choice of what it is you chose to see. I decided to see that nothing has the power to convince me that goodness is anything else but simply good, and it is this goodness I seek.
Jesus is good. As good as good can be.