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Kolfe, the neighborhood I grew up in, had a river nearly that we would reach from our house just by crossing the woods. The water running through the river was so clear that I could see the different colored rocks as well as the creatures living at its bottom.
The water was so clean that we even drank from when we were thirsty.
Just as the sun rays would compete to find their destination past the obstacles of leaves, so would we after school race each other to the river weaving our way through the trees to then throw off our clothes for a swim in the collected pools of the dry season river.
To slowly acclimatize my bare body to the cold water of the pool steadily fed by the rivulet flowing downstream, I would sit on a rock, submerge my feet. Then I would splash the water continuously and enjoy the play of water and reflection of sun rays the splashing would create while enjoying the warmth with which the sun would caress my naked body.
The deep embankment of the riverbed would permit the sun rays to bounce off the moving water and dance in multicolored lines along the uneven walls.
These mercurial lines would merge and separate into an ever-changing dance of forms.
I used to enjoy discovering an unlimited number of shapes in these dancing reflections of light.
These childhood impressions, added to acquired skill and experience as an artist, serve as the source of inspiration for my artworks.
When I start a painting, it neither starts with a concept nor with a preliminary sketch, but the lines (as the above-mentioned lines of reflection) follow my line of thought to merge and separate in a fluid motion, until their dance reaches the desired harmony and form, announcing the completion of the piece.