The Tratist is unlike the avant-garde artist. Usually, comfortably at the rear, commenting on whats happening at the "forefront" not as a critic, but as a reactionary Tratist, walking backwards, observing the avant-garde's referential walk through time rewriting and reliving history. As a group of people all in agreement in man's ability and ambiguous yet controllable post modern reality. Perch themselves on a grand eclectic summit. They document the variations of activity in motion down below, as patterns and linear statistics.

The Tratist, is never in agreement. He or she (usually a he--I only know of a 'he' tratist complete human being) is always spinning out of control in conscious descent, sometimes standing with the others, smiling in acknowledgment. Often times scratching ones head with a smile, walking backwards, not through time, or recorded history, but down and up and around the great summit in a kind of counter clockwise circular motion stimulated by the activity below. Sometimes scratching ones head and balls.

It is unknown if the tratist is actually participating or if he or she (usually a he--I don't know of a female tratist) so, most likely a he-man. But their existence and the objects and documentation that seems to follow should determine the outcome. As the avant-garde artist makes art that herds the flock along the evolving path to a more enlightened future in reference to points of the documented past. So does the tratist move in continuous motion, in and out, up and down, scratching their head, their balls, with a smile on their face and a twinkle in their eye.