The drape is inextricably technical and aesthetic.
It is a training theme,
the struggling acquisition of an expertise of representation,
with rules ensued from ancient masters.

pitin, t'es pas dans la merde !

The drape structures the eye and the light.
It contains aesthetic issues;
the relationship between nude and fabric,
the drowsy abandon and the forced walk,
the curves and the pleats,
the fragility and steadiness,
the shapeless and the sprawl.
The drape is an act of gravity.
There are so many images and bodies.
From the glorious drapes of the Greeks
to the macabre mortuary drapes of the Renaissance.
To the cast-offs, rags in which prostitutes don themselves.

pitin t'es pas dans la merde !

Nowadays, there is this failure,
this poorness of the drape.
Complexity of the drape, fabric and texture.

pitin t'es pas dans la merde !

Pathos of the lines from where interior and exterior act not as
a void but as pleats and twists.
Drapes collapse or soar without any body, leaving only a trace.

pitin de chiotte,
pitin de pitin,
t'es pas dans la merde !