Where do you go when you need quiet?
The Quiet Inside You
THE QUIET JOURNAL
9/1/20252 min read


A Beginning of Sukoon
There is a kind of silence we all carry.
Not the silence of empty rooms, but the one that sits inside us — the quiet we return to when life becomes too loud.
For me, that quiet has always been art.
I didn’t begin painting because I had a plan, or because I thought I would one day call myself an artist. I began because something in me needed to find a way out. When words weren’t enough, when even conversations failed to hold what I was feeling, I found myself picking up brushes, colors, and blank canvases.
It was not glamorous. It was not even intentional. It was survival.
And slowly, without realizing it, painting became my way of listening to myself. The canvas became the mirror I could finally face, the place where silence transformed into shapes, textures, and colors.
Belgrade, 2021. I wandered through streets that felt like they were holding a thousand unspoken stories. I didn’t know then how much this city would linger in me — how its colors, textures, and quiet corners would seep into the way I see and paint today.
I’ve come to believe that creativity is less about talent and more about honesty. About letting yourself sit in that quiet and allowing it to move through you. To create is to translate the unspoken — your grief, your joy, your fragments, your hope — into something you can see outside of yourself.
That’s why I named my art space Sukoon. It means “peace” or “calm,” but to me, it also means the courage to pause. To make room for the quiet inside you, and to let that quiet speak.
This is only a beginning. Not the kind with fireworks or grand declarations, but the softer kind — like the first brushstroke on a canvas, or the first line of a story.
If you’re here, reading this, maybe you’ve also been carrying your own kind of quiet. I hope my work, my words, or even just my presence here can remind you that it’s okay to honor that silence, and to let it take shape in whatever way you need.
Here’s to beginnings that come softly.
Here’s to the quiet inside you.
