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"I'm the son of a bastard who loved me. My father was a furniture dealer who sold off the property of deported Jews. I had to dismantle, word by word, that great fraud with passed for an education. My first episode of delirium happened when I was twenty-eight years old, and others followed. I stay regularly in psychiatric hospital.
To what extent my childhood experiences and my madness are connected remains unclear, however both nip at my heels. For a long time I was just a mass of questions. Today, aged sixty-three, I am not a wise man, I am not cured, I am a painter. And I can pass on what I have come to understand." Gérard Garouste
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