ABOUT TIM ZAZIJAL

I was born into music. Three generations of teachers, a house full of notes and rhythms—it was all mapped out.

I studied classical guitar, trained with the greats, and spent years chasing perfection at Gustav Mahler Privatmusik Universität. 

Music was supposed to be my life.

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But the thing about paths? Sometimes they lead somewhere else.

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Long before I ever picked up a guitar, I was painting. Drawing. Smearing color onto anything I could get my hands on.

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My art teacher must have seen it coming before I did—she threw me into Chiaro Scuro, a summer school where I learned that art could be more than just a side thing.

It stuck with me, buried under years of sheet music,

until I finally gave in.

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So here I am—studying painting and graphic arts at Ortweinschule, letting sound and color collide.

Some pieces feel like a slow blues riff, others like a messy, beautiful improvisation. Whatever it is, it’s honest.

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I’m still figuring it out. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that the best things in life—the ones that truly stick—aren’t planned.