A private language.
I have always painted.
Pencil drawing, oil painting, acrylics — they have long been one of my ways of expressing myself, of spending time, of quietly talking to myself.
At every stage of my life I have painted using different tools, styles, and subjects, shaped by the moment I was living and by what moved me emotionally.
There have been long periods when I did not draw at all, yet this passion has always remained within me, dormant but alive.
Even today, when I speak, when I need to discuss or explain something, a blank sheet of paper and a pencil often accompany my words — and sometimes give them a form of their own.
Some of my works can be found on Sahaci Art, others have been exhibited at Galerie Vitesse in Paris.
More often, however, painting remains a private form of expression: something I share with friends, an opportunity to make a gift, to turn a moment into a memory.
