Describe myself? Describe my life as an artist? A real challenge! But since you ask, let me tell you a bit about Guitton…

There must have been some love around to make me believe in this game called Life. But it was all just a sham: I was like a sponge soaking up knowledge, hope and tomfoolery to mirror everyone’s own perception of what they believe to be life. In a nutshell, I wasn’t allowed to remain innocent.

I wished for nighttime, to dress up as a hero; but once the way became unclear and the red nose was on the bedside table, I had to face the nightmares of those endless nights. I made sketches in Indian ink and watercolors…I belched out my worries in the solitude.

The future was clear: I had to escape from whatever was eating me up. I had the capacity to turn my doubts, joys and questions into pictures. My first encounters with the art world then came: with masters of fine art, international exhibitions and art galleries. For me it was more an exorcism than art! The simple quest for peace, for sleep.... to forget. The gift of life was just a pretense.

At this time women came into my life for the first time and struck me with their beauty and grace. I learnt about their laments under balconies and on station platforms. They believed I was a painter and I lived out my desires, and in accomplishing them I found the ideal clothing for my torment.

After a 3-year B.A. degree followed by studies in architecture, with the help of my teachers I learnt to organize, focus and develop all these images.

No. I didn’t want to be an artist; but despite everything I explored every aspect of artistic expression: impressionism, expressionism, cubism, abstract, pop-art and conceptual art… I sought the way of expression that suited me the best. But there was nothing…nothing. Painting was thankless, too inaccessible for me, when looking at the work of Caravage, Rubens, Goya, Gauguin, Daumier, Cézanne, Matisse, Malevitch, Kandisky, Tanguy, Dali, Miro, and Bacon..............

Then, by complete coincidence I became an agriculturist. I went back to study and learned all there is to know about trees. I had 15 hectares of land and an abandoned property. These were waiting for me, lost, and I gave them back their pride; they taught me how to sleep. I gave them my strength, my attention and my entire focus…. I gave them my soul and they taught me humility: painting.

From this daily ritual of effort and of love my art found a real sense; that which you now see!