I grew up sketching on everything! school books, walls, ground, furniture, and when I was alone, I used to sketch on air, moving my finger back and forth, just as if I was creating notes of a symphony! My family thought that I was out of my mind, especially when I erased everything I had drawn on air! Waving my hands, and seeking for any imagination that is still in there!
I also used to think about everything! Life, relationships etc... And my thoughts (dreams) were following me everywhere, mixing with reality in a terrible way that they were totally controlling me. I had a strong thoughts, that were driving me to look forward, and leave the silly world I am living in. I had a few friends and they were all dreaming with me, but when they grew up, I lost them!
The strip you are watching is a result of some dreams, they represent my sight of life and human relations. These cartoons touch the bottom of my sole, and make me like an erupting volcano, bringing to me the reality I am seeking for, and turning me into a very clear person.
To those who have strong ideas.
To those who have strong dreams.
To those who are not afraid to talk and tell the world about their dreams.
To those who could understand me!
I dedicate these cartoons.
Mamoon Al-Sa'id,