Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Finally, after a long reflection on this question, practically my entire life so far without a concrete answer allowing me to finally breathe and live in peace. After so many long journeys, encounters, introspection, externalization, trials, high and low tides, with and without waves, passion and boredom, motivation and depression. Rocked intimately outside myself between America and Europe, Montreal, Paris, New York, Bali… and so on! I still cannot find this answer, still not this full stop to this sentence of life, and so much the better! Otherwise, where will I go next? Where will I enrich myself with the culture and inner values ​​of others, with their difficulties and their generous souls, with their expulsion as well as their warm welcome. Where will I nourish myself? I'm not talking about the bodily needs of the human body, but about that cultural satiety we only feel after having absorbed everything we can during the limited time of the day. Knowing who I am deep down, I would never have that pleasure. I am so happy to still be in this perpetual quest that punctuates and rocks my daily life, in search of this identity!

 

Thank you for this magnificent piece of fiction. More seriously, I am Matya Boukir, a young Franco-Arab painter and artist from Montreuil (a suburb of Paris), who, thanks to my numerous travels to Montreal, Paris, and New York, has the pleasure of presenting these works full of energy and doubts. I hope you enjoy!