If Haiti was reborn, My brothers would have more luck and would find their dignity. My painting would have more sense. We navigate in the middle of an insane world, we are too much mistaken to want to become identified with the others. The art, our only existing therapy allows us to hold both ends. I think, I invent, I create in the unique purpose to prove my existence. I survived the bad weather thanks to my faiths. Oh brothers, lovers of the beautiful arts, please open your eyes, because you will have of what to criticize. Of a brotherly hand. Jean Philippe Moiseau

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