Dear readers, recently an anonymous reader suggested I look into the works of Paul Delvaux. Delvaux is a 20th century painter, and thus much more modern than the usual fare here, but it’s important to follow up on anonymous tips in the rough world of art reviewing. So, I dove into Wikipaintings to see what I could find.
Paul Delvaux was a Belgian surrealist. We all know how those Belgian surrealists can be. Unlike James Ensor, however, Delvaux seems fairly straightforward in his interests. Specifically, nude women.
Your basic naked lady on a couch.
There are other images where having all the women naked wouldn’t be how I would have envisioned it, but it’s fair enough in the situation.
Ok, so a bunch of courtesans. Normally they would be out and about clothed, but maybe this is their annual nude beach party. It looks like the courtesan health care package even includes free breast exams by another naked lady, reducing the self-consciousness of the patient alone being topless.
Then there are some where it seems like the law would have been involved.
So…uh…we can still give him the benefit of the doubt…maybe this is a nudist household, and they are all naked all the time so there is nothing odd here. And the lady is gesturing to her breasts invitingly because she’s one of those mothers that breastfeeds her children until they’re 18. Totally natural and not creepy…
But then he starts taking normal scenes and just adding naked women to them for no apparent reason.
“Oh, hi George. Sorry, can’t chat, must dash to catch the bus down there.”
This trend gets more obvious than this.
Some stuffy old astronomers debate lunar physics or something. Also NAKED LADIES.
Everyone is wandering around, waiting for their trains and chatting. And a couple of women forgot their clothes. Also there’s a creepy girl in a mirror who I assume is the Belgian version of the girl in “The Ring.” Typical day at the train station!
No one in the Congress observes the line of nubile young women lined up in the chamber. They’re just debating away, probably thinking, “Man, it’s warm in here. I knew we shouldn’t have approved the plan to lower heating costs by insulating the walls with women!
In conclusion, Delvaux’s style seems not unlike the thought process of the typical teenage boy: everything is better with naked ladies.