
His crystal clear, gorgeous vision of a smiling nude woman about to be hit by a wave is so over-the-top, so erotic, so chintzy, so desperate and so god damn beautiful that it’s genuinely unforgettable. Bouguereau had such a stunning compositional style, he was so precise in how he painted, he was so stupidly enamoured with flesh. He might just be art history’s horniest guy. It’s a bit like watching a b-movie but directed by Scorsese. It’s kitsch, overblown, but still somehow perfect.
Anon/Time Out
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