Everyone looks at you as if to say, "How could you?"
I blame Guido Reni and Carlo Dolci for this.
Everyone smiles like an over-enthusiastic high school guidance counselor.
I haven't figured out exactly who to blame for this. Delacroix is too ironic, David is too classical, and Courbet is too detached and dry-eyed.
And then there are Pierre and Gilles who appreciate the camp quality of both, and how similar they can be.
The Virgin of the Blessed Heart, 1990
Le Petit Communiste, 1990
My Memorial Day was a long stressful holiday of final grading and really bad asthma. I'm seeing the lung doctor tomorrow, and as you can tell from this intellectually undemanding post, my holiday finally starts today, and lasts until summer school starts the last week of June.
Yes, I will be working in my studio, just not today.
And then there is that ultimate mother line, "Oh go ahead then, be a fine art major, just stick another knife in my heart!"
Is there Anglican kitsch? Yes, it's called the Pre-Raphaelite painters.