I was born on a moonlit autumn night… when the torch bearer of communism, but the noblest grandfather, Arestarkho Naneishvili, was being celebrated. That’s why, instead of September 30, in all official documents, 29 is written as the date of transfer. That’s why I accept the gesture of respect to this older generation – if I don’t search somewhere in the embassy – for inaccuracy.
I spent most of my childhood in Tbilisi, and most summers in Samegrelo – Deduleti. That’s why I proudly use Maghrul as my fourth language and smile.
My childhood was warlike, tense, full of study, fear, laziness, hunger… I remember we didn’t have sugar for breakfast before the conservatory entrance exam. Mother smiled awkwardly at us and said: It’s okay, play sweetly instead…
It was not easy to enjoy this existence. But I think we were able to do it with the light of knowledge and work. Now we are trying to spread this feeling – to feel sweetly and meaningfully, and to sing out what our ancestors endured in more bitterness than us, and which became a strong root in the history of our country’s identity.
Both my hobby and my job are music, although I wanted to publish the book “Fortune Teller” and I dreamed of working in a library.
Now I try to turn what is read or read into sounds and musical stories.
Yes, I also tried painting, but since this dream also became subordinate to my musicianship – now I try to tell you about the diversity of my girls in tones and colors.
“Ialoni ” is the main sun in my professional existence, whose rays, warmth, light are created and reflected by all of you.
I will be happy if this Georgian sun of ours reaches people’s hearts and echoes ☀️
