‘Draped Nude’ (originally entitled ‘Femme nue drapée’), is an oil on canvas measuring 45.7cm x 37.5 and is thought to have been created during the spring of 1936 when Matisse was resident in Nice. The piece was purchased from the artist by Paul Rosenburg who was an influential Paris art dealer with sole rights to represent Pablo Picasso, Georges Braque and other important artists of the time. During 1937, ‘Draped Nude’ was exhibited in both Paris and London then eventually passed into private hands until it was purchased by The Tate, London, in 1959.
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Henri Matisse worked in a number of forms but, with regard to the ‘Draped Nude’, his series of odalisques (nude slave/harem women) are of particular importance. These are said to be inspired by the work of Ingres and Chassériau and are based on the artists’ love of textiles from North Africa and Persia, his visits to Morocco and an admiration of a sensuous female form reclining in luxury (for example, ‘Yellow Odalisque’, 1926).
Tits!
Unfortunately, the odalisques did not attract much critical approval and, on one famous occasion, were compared to products that may be found in a wallpaper shop. Picasso, a long-time friend of Matisse, disagreed with this assessment by producing his own tribute to the approach including ‘Femme au Costume Turc dans un fauteuil’ (1955 – the year after Henri’s death).
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After 1930, Matisse appears to have moved away from the decorative/colouristic elements of his work towards a more simplistic approach that, as far as his nude studies are concerned, seems to be a re-visitation of his approach in ‘Draped Nude Reclining’ (c. 1923-24).
‘Draped Nude’ (1936) is the second in a series of five paintings produced in the same year (four of the same size produced in the Spring and a larger one in November).
Which bit of Matisse being a tit & fanny man don’t you understand? The black lines on the arms and thighs or the scar on da belly invitationally pointing mammarycunt-wards-and-up den down! Was it the eye-brow pointing south or, maybe, it was a dissolving right arm when you cut off her head and then couldn’t be arsed with a right thigh feet?
Twat!
