Aota

Aota

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Born at the very end of a world, I grew up in a land where the lines were curved. No house to interrupt them.
Lines, light, shadow, and negative space, were everywhere : rivers, fields, hills, deserted little roads.
I had space and time to imagine different worlds. I could draw, picture them, set them up in my head, in the fields.
I left home when I was teenager, the green was behind and ahead, the grey. New lines, new cultural symbols. Straight lines that would hide the sky.
Travelling from the long white cloud, travelling through a long grey crowd / cloud. Always fascinated by the contrast between cities and countryside. Curved bright colors versus straight greys .
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