Sorry about the past couple days, fellows... had jury duty to attend to, and not much time for the crafting of macros, alas. Anyway, here's your Friday treat; catch you on the flip.
(John Martin, The Destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah, 1852)
And by the way, out of curiosity I scanned through the demographics of artists used thus far on this site, just to see which countries it might be good to focus on, fill in the gaps, etc. The French are the winners by far, with 32 pieces over the second-place Italians, with 20. John Martin brings the English to third place with 17, and after that it's all downhill. I am proud, however, that I managed to sneak in some diverse offerings from places such as Georgia and Sweden... not very common, those.
I just cribbed this one from the Wikipedia new articles section today. It's a busy Monday, unfortunately. 10 bucks says Freud would get a kick out of this one, what with all the little conquistadors hiding under Mary's skirts.
(Alejo Fernández, Virgin of the Navigators, 1531-1536)
I hate rococo. I really, really do. It's all women with ample bosoms swooning into piles of flowers and foppish dandies with silk stockings and floppy hats making stupid faces at them, while cherubs and bunnies and happy pink clouds fill the air, and the whole of it is done with these soft and beautiful brushstrokes that make the people look like wax. It's artpr0n. It's fanciful escapism. And I just can't stand it.
That being said, sometimes I look at paintings like this and think, "hey it looks like he's trying to suck her in... quantum singularity!" She looks a little panicked and is grabbing for that... uh, beach towel? because in a few moments she will pass the event horizon and be GONE FOREVER. Unless she somehow can travel faster than the speed of light, her quantum information is BREAKING DOWN. O shit.
Edmund Leighton, not to be confused with his fellow countryman and contemporary Frederic Leighton (featured a couple weeks ago), is the latest Pre-Raphaelite target of my jibes. Though, I feel like I could've done something better for this... his hair really isn't that bad. Oh well. There's plenty more where this came from.
Guys, I was just going to do one, but instead it's time for a... BATTLE OF THE BANDS.
First we have: Ace of Base!
(Judith Leyster, The Concert, 1631-33)
And here's Owen Pallett and Régine Chassagne from Arcade Fire!
(Judith Leyster, The Happy Couple, 1630)
Next on the list: a washed-up Blink 182!
(Judith Leyster, The Merry Trio, 1629-31)
Grand finale... Ian Anderson, circa 1959!
(Judith Leyster, Young Flautist, c. 1630)
This is mostly a way for me to illustrate the fact that every single one of Judith Leyster's paintings ever has somebody drinking and/or playing music with the exact same really creepy smile. There are more, I just figured four would be enough for a Thursday. So who would win? You decide!!
One of the most under-developed niches of the macro community is that of the fine art macro. Consider this a little musée of fine art bastardizations that I hope don't violate copyright laws. It's not a webcomic, it's not very inventive, and in fact, it's mostly a way to waste time during lunch hour at my M2F job. (That's "Monday to Friday", not "Male to Female", btw.) But I chirp gleefully when people give me praise, so I encourage you to comment, email, whatever. Ideas welcome!