Sin H, thanks
It’s the tagline that always follows my name: Judit — without an H at the end.
It’s also the nickname I use for my artistic side. An artist? Yes. An artist out of the need to express what I feel when words aren’t enough.
“Sin H, thanks” was born from the desire to break stereotypes, to move away from what’s socially pre-established.
Stepping out of the ordinary shouldn’t be something to fear.
W O M A N
And yes, you might be thinking I’m a free, modern, maybe even rebellious woman.
But I have to confess — this whole opening paragraph didn’t come from some moment of enlightenment.
The truth is far less glamorous and much more down-to-earth: at 21, I was diagnosed with Parkinson’s — or, to be more precise, early-onset Parkinson’s, so it sounds more official, with a name and surname.
Now that was truly groundbreaking.
The involuntary art of my body
So no, I didn’t choose to be strong, brave, or inspiring.
I just had to face something I never expected. My nervous system decided to create contemporary art on its own: chaotic, intense, misunderstood… and completely autonomous.
All that’s left for me is to hold the scene, maintain balance, and, in some way, transform it into expression.
H O M E
I live in a small rented apartment with two squatters: Mojito and Leo, my cat and my dog.
I was born on August 17, 1991, in Barcelona, and I come from a family with a mother, father, and a younger brother. If there’s one thing I want to highlight about them, it’s the patience they’ve cultivated over the years —much of which has been invested in me.
I’m passionate about music, talking, and laughing —I’m a HUGE fan of short jokes.
P.S.: Every time I go through an internal change, I reflect it in my hair: in 2024 alone, I’ve been blonde, brunette, with highlights, without highlights, with bangs, without bangs… a lot of lessons along the way.
