Initially meant to be pursuing engineering science school (or a professional model, who knows), art (especially drawing) was never really part of my life.

After a few years of college, I realized I wasn’t feeling as comfortable as I thought I would be, so I started off a decade of “looking for my own self”. From photography, graphic design, model (ah, here we go again !), cinematography, you name it, I tried it all.

Something clicked when I participated in a 31days ink challenge in 2017. I was so bad at drawing, but I knew I finally found the form of visual art that was perfect for what I wanted to express.

Photography has taught me to be meticulous, graphic design has taught me to be organized, and life has taught me that it’s okay to start it all over again. So there I was, in my thirties, starting yet another career, making my way through fears, doubts and imposter syndrome, but also the will to constantly learn.

Surrounded by artist friends who were into realistic and painterly art styles, I thought that was the only acceptable and successful form of art. After a few years of trying to fit that spectrum, I finally realized that was absolutely NOT the way I wanted to do things. Back in Madagascar, I didn’t have much access to Internet (sometimes 100Mo a day, sometimes even less), self teaching became very real ; on top of that, we also had to deal with power outage (sometimes 96 hours in a row, sometimes less), which helped me improve my traditional drawing skills.