From an early age, art remains my outlet. An outlet because it accompanied me, as a faithful friend, during my saddest moments and trials. It was at the age of 12, when I was still a child, in search of happiness, that I scratched my first drawing, my first masterpiece. A masterpiece, not because of my qualities as an artist but because of the meaning that these few pencil strokes had on the physical and emotional health of my loved ones, but also mine. It was then that I knew, deep down, that art as such would become a passion, a mission, the quest for a life…my life.

Art is me. As an artist I sought myself a lot and for a while. Varying the different styles and methods, inspired by the greatest, it was not without difficulty that I ended up finding my own paw, my own style. Far be it from me to have the feeling of being complete on the artistic level, but there is in my heart the ultimate conviction that my art is only better when it is associated with a cause, a sense, a world. Art is me. Art is you. It is through art that I strive to make my contribution to the world. It is through art that I express myself, but it is also through art that I allow others to express themselves.