The first image in my memory is a color pencil. First space I moved on was a blank paper. First shape in my mind was the circle I could draw when I was 3 years old. From the time I acquired enough self-consciousness to imagine how I would want my future to be, it could only be related to ART. The creative expression through drawing, painting, sculpturing, photographs…

And when the questions invade my head, what are we? who are we? what we doing? why so much selfishnes?

I live, and fight hoping there will be a future to look up to... and hoping the futur I long for, is marked by the a positve change.

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