Letting words and phrases create a thread, a line, that would not stop until the desired statement is transcribed on paper. Creating a mass, a path or a form, we forget its meaning, becoming a texture, pattern.
Indeed, I write on paper to superimpose the words that we generally use to characterize mixed-race people in Morroco. Words I have heard everyday, through my journey.
Self-portrait allows me to claim a cause, the in-between in which I stand and write my essays so that my cause may be understood.
Bringing a shape to my body in the shadows, the white sentences enters the dark. Layers, texts on my skin, to ink a reality that is not just mine.
Put fragments of text, words, insults on the person’s skin to try to appropriate this poison and integrate it into his being.
Monkey ? Negress ?
These words are part of our history and our past/present life.
