Guy Mansuy does not renounce being the rigorous and patient guest of the woods and forests where he prowls around the essential origin of the cardboard that he will fold, cut and then glue according to his own rhythm. Like a character from Jacques Prévert, when he sees a tree he already sees the paper or cardboard that he is going to select, cut out and then paste next to other objects from another forest. He knows as René Char remarks about his friend Georges Braque that "art is a road that ends in a path, a springboard, but in a field that is ours".

 

Guy Mansuy offers us several fields. They are all manufactured, unreal and surprising. His style imposes itself and enchants us because shapes and colors play in a space that belongs only to the artist. Displaced but not exiled, used materials experience a second life, this one at least is promised to a music composed by desire and play. origin, but as Jean Cocteau said, they make them think".

 

Tahar Ben Jelloun