my name is A., this is what I am, and this is what i do.
i am (i don’t do) a conceptual artist and writer (‘thoughts dealer’ might work better as nowadays writers are mostly wankers ), constantly been traveling around the World.
i don’t speak a lot, my artworks do.
they are true, and impure, and poor, and imperfect.
each tableau, each poetry, each installation, is shouting a depth, often abysmal, rooted concept.
a critical analysis of a critically ill society.
as an inherited Step-Mother – oh, helplessness –
inflicts us irredeemable damages since we were born,
aware of it or not.
aaimepharmacy is where these diseases are uncovered.
for every human being
willing to open their eyes ;
to see ; to understand
it’s vital to cherish our scars