Right about the time artists became more skilled, observant, dextrous, and their tools became more precise than hafted flint chisels maybe?
Bodies are bodies, and whether you know it, like it, or not; Someone out there thinks that you’ve got the hottest arse they’ve ever ever seen.
Even hotter than that time they accidentally had the chicken & jalapeño sausage sandwich for lunch vs. the chicken apple sausage sandwich…
They literally think the sun shines out of your arse (not just those sausages you accidentally ordered).
Whatever, either way, there’s absolutely someone out there that loves you for you, finds you incredibly interesting, incredibly attractive, wants nothing more than to get hot and nasty with you… And probably doesn’t give a flying fuck about the history of art.
Just saying…
OH HEY GUYS LOOK AT THOSE IMAGES OF WOMEN, AND THEN LOOK AT THOSE IMAGES OF IDOLIZED SIGNS OF FERTILITY: AKA “POP ME OUT A FUCKING BOY — I SHALL MAKE YOU HAVE GOOD BIRTHING HIPS AND HUGE MILKING TITS”
Seriously though. You are comparing a neolithic mindset where you need fucking kids to survive so the woman better have big fucking hips to pop out all of your fucking kids and big fucking titties to feed all your fucking kids because, who knows when you’ll have some raw tiger flesh for them — to a post/Renaissance study of the body / portraiture.
And beyond that, as Keir pointed out, it was all about the evolution of an art form, and I really don’t the Leonardo was focusing on Mona Lisa popping out his strapping men children for the rest of her life.
Let’s get educated before we put some text on top of images we don’t understand to try to perpetuate an agenda that (through reasons stated by Keir) is completely unnecessary.
Stay comfortable my friend.
(Source: eloquentpie)
