The Inkman

Walls and words…
So grateful for the time I spent with family during the Eid, it is good to disconnect, to go back to the roots, the good energy, the calm, the time that slows, the palms, the sand, the food… and for sure the walls.

Hidden Hope…🌴
In the silence of this oasis, where the wind remembers every story, a forgotten wall becomes a heartbeat again.
each stroke a whisper, each line a promise,
not to be seen, but to be felt.

Between the soul, sands and roots.

Not all love speaks its name.

Sometimes it is a quiet presence,a steady hand you don’t always see,a shadow that walks beside youeven when the light fades.

Mixed media on canvas
2026

« Fire & love »
180x180cm mixed media on canvas

Today I returned to where it all began — not the exact classroom, but one that felt just like it.
As a teenager, I made my very first tag inside a classroom, chasing a feeling I didn’t fully understand yet — the need to express, to mark space, to exist loudly.
That tag, simple and raw, opened the door to everything I am today.

Being invited as a special guest to this school in Sousse was more than an honor — it was a full-circle moment.
To stand in front of students, drawing the same tag I once scribbled as a kid, was deeply emotional.
From being the one getting scolded for drawing on desks, to being invited to inspire — I’m filled with gratitude.

Thank you to everyone who made this possible, and to every young creative spirit out there: your voice matters, your art matters. Never stop creating and never stop dreaming !
✨🤍🎨