A Boucher Kind of Day
As the always marvelous Chateau Thombeau, (link on my blog roll) kindly supplied the Think Pink clip from the delightful “Funny Face”, I was inspired to indeed Think Pink. When I think pink I think Boucher, when I of think Boucher I think of joy.
Joy is in order.
Just one of those days of benign irritations and disappointments, Boucher always makes me smile.
b. Dec. 29th 1721
d. Apr. 15th 1764
I thought it fitting to start with his great patroness, the ever lovely Pompadour
Now on to some Olympian lovemaking.
The Wallace Collection
I have always loved this swan, such strength.
On to some images of dear Venus.
A pretty hot Vulcan for a god who is supposed to be both lame and ungainly.
National Gallery of Art
I have always admired the chubby doves.
Now for some Christian piety.
Evidently intended as a private devotional painting for the Pompadour. Again, pretty hot looking Blessed Saint John, cousin of our Lord and Savior.
I have always been drawn to the way Boucher renders fir boughs, they appear almost chinois.
Onto my eternal favorite, Chinoiserie.
Musee des Beaux-Arts
From Chinese Hunting, to plain old Anglo hunting.
Musee de Picardie
I particularly love the dragon -like crocodile.
As a draughtsman, he held his own.
I understand folks, particularly “Art” folks, dismiss Boucher.
Fragonard is recognized as legitimate, even with his Rococo roots, but Boucher is often not treated with great respect. I find that peculiar, I have always loved his work, a master of color and the graceful line. The delightful and distinct red of the lips, the pink blush of the buttocks, the rumpled hair of the putti. What isn’t there to love and admire?
b. Sept. 29th 1703
d. May 30th 1770