The Colors That Shape My World

My Palette Is a Bridge to the Unseen

People often ask me why I choose certain colors again and again —
the deep blues, the warm earth tones, the vibrant greens, the surreal golds.

The truth is:
I paint with memories, not just pigments.

Growing up in Senegal, colors were never just colors.
They were stories.
They were rhythms.
They were emotions made visible.

The red earth after the rain.
The blue shadows of early morning light.
The green life hiding inside every tree.
The golden glow that appears only at sunset — the hour where day and dream overlap.

These tones shaped my imagination before I ever held a brush.

My style leans toward surrealism because that’s how I experience nature —
not as something literal, but as something alive, layered, symbolic.

When I paint, I try to reveal the world behind the world —
the way it feels, the way it whispers, the way it changes you when you pay attention.

My palette is my homeland.
My colors are the bridge between what I see and what I want others to feel.

And every new canvas is another journey across that bridge.