The ecological artist follows all the songs of the World. And, because the world remains unpredictable, he chooses to paint in oil whose smoothness allows the hazard of the first brush stroke, the remorse of an ultimately superfluous curve, the mixture of browns of the Moroccan earth, the false whites of the sun veiled by the Chergui and the harsh tear of the blue when the wind falls. From touches to spots, from fine lines to outlines, it is with flexibility that he brings life to any still life. Through the magic of recreational resilience, a piece of wreckage, a piece of string, a plastic cup and old bolts go from being heterogeneous to a work of harmony. Like the oriental flute enchants snakes, this atypical artist charms us without our knowing it. Today retired like a kid on vacation, happy to draw, paint, sculpt full time, it is for his visitor-students from all countries that Ahmed L’Artstituteur tells of people and villages forever vanished in the fog of time. Peasants in the fields, horsemen in fantasias, dances and weddings, his successive paintings of scenes borrowed from Moroccan folklore tell us the adventure of a people of labor, a people of beauty.