SHADOW RIKABI
American artist, holding colors in my hands since childhood as one holds the outline of
their very first dream. In my early years, I saw what others did not: the language of old
walls, the silent stories in their cracks, and the shifting shadows that danced with the
sun. The canvas was my private world, a sanctuary where I could hide from the noise of
life and let it speak the words I could not.
My journey has never been a straight path; it has been a series of winding roads across
cultures and civilizations, from dust-covered cities to shores open to the horizon. In
every place I passed through, I searched for the mark that time leaves upon things, and
how scars can transform into signs of beauty and endurance.
There was a defining moment when I realized that art is not only what I see, but what I
feel and what I think. Since then, I have painted with ideas before colors, searching for
meaning before form. From this, my style was born: I work with cement, sand, and
gravel, materials that carry the weight, patience, and joy of the earth, and I let the
undulating black line flow across the wall like an eternal pulse of time. Each painting is a
living being, breathing, changing, and growing more beautiful with the passing days.
Between my fingerprint and that of the collector lies a secret, a silent moment known
only to those who have lived it, when time meets art, and the work becomes a bridge
between my story and theirs.
I do not paint simply to preserve what was; I paint to create a space where time
remains, a space untouched by forgetting.