Last time we looked at François Boucher, we learned he had a thing for mythological paintings. Here is a rather milder scene, depicting the birth of Venus.
The story goes that Venus was born of sea foam. Here she seems to be vomited forth by a giant fish. Along with some tastefully placed blankets.
Bleeeeh. Knew I shouldn’t have had that second bowl of worms.
The thing that caught my eye, though, was the pair of baby-angels that are hanging out to witness her birth. One of them is mauling a dove, with a disgusted expression.
|Ugh—sea foam skank alert!|
The other carries a torch and looks like he is trying to drive her out, exorcist-style.
|Begone, foul sea-vomit wench!|
And thus goes the birth of the goddess of love and prostitutes.