My voyage into the world of art commenced with the gentle guidance of my parents, who, with their hands firmly holding mine, unveiled the treasures of creativity within the hallowed halls of museums and graced me with sketchbooks as though gifting a portal to another realm. Art swiftly became my sanctuary, a sacred haven where I found solace and an intoxicating elixir of tranquility and fulfillment.
Within me resides a boundless fervour for both Art and Health, an embodiment of a global citizen, belonging to no single shore. My formative years unfolded amidst the enchanting landscapes of the Loiret region in France, a place where I embraced knowledge at Saint Francois de Sales School in Gien. An impressionable boarder at the institution, I found myself captivated by the myriad expressions of art. It was there, in the nurturing cocoon of Saint Francois de Sales, that I first glimpsed my destiny on the canvas, allowing the brush and palette to become extensions of my soul.
The luminary figures of Dali, Ernst, Kandinsky, Lichtenstein, and Pollock have cast their formidable shadows upon my artistic journey, but it is Andy Warhol and JM Basquiat who have carved their names indelibly upon my heart. Their work, a testament to the transformative power of the canvas, ignited a fire within me, a blaze of passion that animates even the most dormant senses.
I once professed that my art, the very essence of my existence, reflects the harmonious interplay of my cultural and traditional roots. As an artist, I am boundlessly entranced by the symphony of images, the rhythms of music, the grace of movement, the cadence of stories, and the tidal force of emotions. My artistic expressions weave a tapestry where African and European influences intertwine, merging in a harmonious embrace, much like the interconnected strands of my being.