Were you ever standing in an august, white-columned museum, overwhelmed by the beauty around you, when suddenly you see a piece of art that makes you want to blurt out:
THOSE BOOBS LOOK WEIRD! WTF?%^&$%??!!?!
Well, I have. Ever since my first Art History class in high school, I have been appalled, shocked, dismayed, and enraptured by artist's portrayals of the female form, and mostly the boobs.
I was wandering through the Detroit Art Institute a few years ago, and mentioned my horror to a friend of mine, and we then went on a quest to adjudicate ever boob in the museum - ever awkward nipple, every bit of misaligned cleavage, every depiction of woman's mysterious growths.
What we discovered is that, if you just look at the boobs, what you find is a startling take on art history and culture through the ages and hemispheres.
So now we begin...I shall use this blog to bring you art from all over the world and all over the centuries, and in each piece there is a glowing bosom to tell us the secret of that artist's world.
I'm happy to start this journey in my current hometown: Brooklyn, New York.
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