Rachid Boulmane's existence is an explosion of life, diverse talents and creativity. He grew up in a colorful Marrakech in Morocco as the only boy in the family with three sisters. Rachid was destined from childhood to follow tradition and take over his father's restaurant, thereby reproducing the expected version of the male role in an Arab country.

It didn't turn out that way at all. Rachid was a rebellious soul and shocked by, among other things, taking his sisters to a disco and subsequently making sure they attended the music conservatory, something he himself was not allowed to do. From his early years he was in opposition to dictatorship, oppression of women, injustice, religion and double standard mentality in general. Especially abandoned street children called out to his heart, and voluntary work with orphans took a lot of his time and energy for many years.

His beliefs took concrete form early on. Creativity flowed from him in drawings, paintings, poems, songs and music. Art became a language of freedom that could contain and express both his pain, joy and everything in between.

Only 8 years old, Rachid went to the market with his modest savings and surprised a seller by eagerly asking for western music. He happily brought home a cassette tape with Michael Jackson: I'm bad. Thus new forms of dance had entered the boy's life. Western culture became synonymous with freedom, smiles, ecstasy, feelings of happiness, the unlimited possibilities of life. He made his first painting at the age of 15, the first exhibition at the age of 19 in the cultural house Hay Hassani, Marrakesh.