See Aïni and open to life, penetrate the stripped bare bodies, then stay here, in the existence hearth, to discover the moustached androgyne, the defrocked Rubens, big inventor of fertile humors, master artificier of the carnal magnificence and all its droppings; Aïni the unrepentant admirer of humanity under all its holes.
Rabelesian hero, Cervantesque, Aïni once rendered the mass of his dreams and, from the ripped mattress, got the divine filling out, Christic straw, which would give clay to the fate of his work. Since then, he embraces his pipe dreams in torrents of paint and mud.