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Growing up in the arms of his grandmother, the first vision Yazid Oulab opened his eyes to were the Amazigh symbols inked onto her skin. She was the cave and cradle that introduced him to this image in his early years. Having grown up surrounded by lines, dots and their intersections, his relationship to learning was quite complex but strongly pictorial and imaginative. The image was built and anchored in his retina long before he went to art school, which he joined at the age of twenty-two. And what if letters were indeed drawings? An \u00abA\u00bb could be a fish with a missing dot and the \u00abB\u00bb is the unison of two rings and a line.<\/p>\n
His path was by no means random, defined from his maternal cradle, to the elementary school where he perceived form and geometry, to the school where he learned to draw and paint full time. He gave himself the means to drive his learning well from Algeria, Paris and then Luminy in Marseille; a rather familiar context for a person who grew up in the countryside with an eye that carries very far.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t