Guardian angel of tradition or fallen from modernity? His hanging up there is breathtaking and loving to us. Is it bad painting of a bobo emulator, the nimble rabbit's donkey (the artist lets it be understood that his relationship with the donkey is one of the most complicit) or a brilliant page in pictorial technique and above all of art history? Are we looking at a figurative or conceptual painting? A classic painting or the work of a cacique Indian ? Is he the author of a theater where the rule of the game is  the search for the missing actor and especially his accessories?

Are we in a combed garden or are we wandering in a forest  virgin and primary where  truth and lies cannot even hide since they are one , more Siamese than twins?    Is Gerard Garouste the interpreter of Apollo or Dyonisos Hermes who walks arm in arm with the gods of universal mythologies and inventors of essential literature, Dante, Rabelais, Don quixote, Kafka… and even Hergé and his Milou.   Mystic and poet at the same time, visionary  and nabi he practices Talmudic casuistry; he answers our questions with other questions. This is the raison d'etre of art after all. Gérard Garouste  is a brilliant seducer who   makes you want to dive into the tormented anxiety of his world, which is also ours, all things considered, and that of our moribund civilization. He paints a demanding but instructive chapter which should not be  the last chapter of philosophy and art history. A must see to understand why the curtain must not fall so quickly on Western culture. The curiosity revealed by his work is a lesson in the generous sharing of essential otherness.