The first time I met Selassie I stumbled inside his studio during an open day at Mahalla, an art and culture space in Berlin. I wasn’t sure whether or not I should stay or leave again. Some people were drilling holes into the wall, others were adjusting lights. In between an abundance of beautiful paintings. If I had asked into the room who the artist was, Selassie would have told me to do what I want. Stay, ask, leave, whatever. He will do his thing anyway. Paint, or whatever comes to his mind.