Rococo Reimagined
I spent a lot of time copying drawings by Old Masters when I was an art student. I avoided Fragonard. I did copy Watteau, but the Rococo bothered me. It seemed frivolous and silly. Ironically, that’s the period I'm interested in now. There's something about these doll-like women in billowing satin dresses playing blind-man's-bluff with these foppish men that is apt for our time. These Rococo paintings were made for the powdered-wig classes who were living in a kind of blindfolded delusion; their privileged lives are going to be toppled, their world is going to fall apart and they're going to be guillotined. Are they aware of that?
“This could be a very apt metaphor for the moment we’re living in now, between the Have-Everythings vs. the Living-on-the-Edge day-to-day masses. The mega-wealthy fancy that they can just leave it all behind and fly to Mars. How is this going to end? Who is wearing the blindfold?”
