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Jean-Pierre Ceytaire


At the age of fourty my life as an artist spread it's wings because i started to work with a gallery. It became necessary to choose between these two lives. I gave my Physiotherapist's plaque and my white coat to my last patient and all my clientele to a colleague who had just moved into my street.

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Jean-Pierre Ceytaire

Jean-Pierre Ceytaire
Was born in 1946 in Paris.

He spent his early years at the bottom of the hill of Montmartre.

I underwent laborious studies that led me to my first carreer as Physiotherapist. I had always had a deplorable memory and to help me to remember the human anatomy i made sketches. This process replaced the conventional methods I would have persued in the Ecole des Beaux Arts.

I continued this career for fifteen years and in the end, i had caressed and massaged innumerable kilometers squared of flesh, which contributed to a particularly tactile sense of memory.

At the age of fourty my life as an artist spread it's wings because i started to work with a gallery. It became necessary to choose between these two lives. I gave my Physiotherapist's plaque and my white coat to my last patient and all my clientele to a colleague who had just moved into my street.

I worked very hard and my enthusiasm is still intact.


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Good and Evil


Jean-Pierre Ceytaire


Eroticism and religion have a great importance in my heart. Like all of us I am tormented by the great existentialquestions and i think that two ways are offered.

One which elevates:

The globes of the eyes arte turned towards heaven, the wings sprout and the body blanches, becoming white and light as the clouds and the balls fall.

The other which plunges in the abyss:

The eyes are narrowed and kinky, the fur sprouts, the hooves and the horns too,the blood runs purple in the cheeks, gathering and swelling in the right place.

But all that is just about putting things in boxes where we arrange in one or the other what is good and what is not.

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