My dear,

My first tickle of art… hm. If to feel yourself can be called ticklish , then my first tickle ever was around my 11th anniversary, when the experiment was for me an experiment and the result was like monotype awakening in me my surprise and delight almost equally…

My encounter with art came naturally and in an early stage of my existence when I was like an owl perched on the shoulder of my mother while she was dancing measuredly with pen and ink on the paper creating a perfect form in its most delicate appearance. I was just watching the story telling …

Later on I had a small tripod table with cardboard on it as a base, on which I was trying to revive again for the second time the characters created by my Mother… pen again and again with ink although my drawings resembled much more the cardiogram of a heart excited by the unconscious …

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