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you're about to see are moments of his life
he shared with me. I was 23 years old Artist.
He was poor.. deaf.. and mute.
He could not hear nor speak.
But he liked my Art!
He used hands to communicate..
the 'Sign Language'
And this is what he told me:
"I can't eat.."
"I can't sleep.."
"I see bad things.."
"I have bad dreams.."
"It's cold where I live.."
"I wish I could read.."
"I hope they bury me
when I die.."
"I'll be happy
* * * * *
It was 1994.
As surprised as he was seeing himself painted, so was the rest of society
with my choice of subject matter!
It was my very first art show after graduation in Europe / Decani, Kosova.
I did not show the art to the public until Tafa himself approved it.
At first, he refused to enter my art gallery:
'I don't look nice' he murmured blushing.
I understood him by the gestures he made to communicate;
he could not hear nor speak.
'Neither do I' - told him smiling, looking like hell from painting and lack of
After few seconds of slightly smiling and thinking he entered the gallery and
faced his portraits.