Look At All The Fucks I Give

I commend anybody who can produce bona fide blog material on a daily basis without any monetary motivation or self-reflecting brouhaha. It’s fucking exhaustive. Hence, I’ve brought together what I was supposed to be studying with what I actually feel like doing. Enter Fragonard, a French painter in the XVIII century who was known for his paintings of eroticism and state of undress. It’s quite hysterically disillusioning looking at them now — especially when they are put into context amidst all the sexually implicit fashion imagery in existence. Fragonard was part of the Rococo art movement (which is actually a movement, not just a fashion label by some borderline retired model). He studied under a couple of masters and met this dude in Italy with whom he toured the countryside and drew sketches with. Can you imagine if money were not a coveted object? I’m sure many more interesting a thing would result and we could revel in the cultural variety. This guy didn’t follow societal norms and never specialized in a certain genre, which accounts for the plethora of vastly different paintings he produced. He was even appointed by King Louis XV to paint some stuff for his mistress Madame du Barry (sp?), who rejected a triptych he created for her, and which are now amongst his most prized paintings. Now most of his paintings are in New York and at the Louvre. I’m no art critic, but I am a critic, and these are pretty dang interesting…