Pretty to look at, pretty stupid

A while ago, I wrote a piece comparing Eric Blumrich’s animations to Gericault’s 19th century painting, The Raft of the Medusa. But if there’s a modern-day Gericault, there has to be a modern day Bouguereau: he was one of mid-19th century Paris’s el painters supremo, extremely talented and much revered and hyped by the ruling class, and a real first class one-man schlock-mobile who manipulated sentiment to the point of seemingly forever giving it a bad name. In fact, with today’s simulacra and our fabulous reproduction capabilities, there must be hundreds of Bouguereaus. But the artist who probably deserves the Numero Uno Bouguoh award of the month has got to be Madonna. Her reign of schlock coupled with her ability to retain her status as media darling make her the winner, as does her ability, so lucidly explored by Bouguereau himself, to sanitize reality and meaning out of existence.