Showing posts with label voluptuous. Show all posts
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Sunday, July 27, 2014

Rubenesque

Peter Paul Rubens appreciated voluptuous female forms. And as a female whose own form flirts with voluptuousness (and has occasionally kissed it on the mouth and even married it), I appreciate him for appreciating it.

Rubens was a Flemish Baroque painter known for his flamboyant oils depicting big and beautiful women. Anyone who took Art History 101 knows that Rubens is the reason we have the term "Rubenesque" to describe amply-built women. And actually, the definition of Rubenesque, according to Dictionary.com, is surprisingly complementary: ". . . having the physique associated with Rubens' portraits of women; plump and attractive."

Somewhere around 1626, Ruben's wife died and four years later, at age 53, he married his niece, Hélène Fourment, and she modeled for him several times, including for the aptly titled Portrait of Hélène Fourment

If you look at the painting, you'll see Hélène was a chunky little hunk of cheesecake, and despite clutching that whatever-it-is around herself, her attempt to cover up seems a bit half-hearted. Why, she isn't even really all that covered. And her right arm, instead of concealing her breasts, seems to be shoving them up as if she's saying, "Take THIS! I mean, take THESE!"

I can't help liking Hélène. And she'd probably tell you that if you have a problem with her body, including her cattywompus, boosted-up breasts, then you can just get out of the museum. And her husband would no doubt show you the door. 

I wish I were that comfortable in my own skin, especially when my skin has more than the usual amount of me to cover.

Of course, throughout history, and in a variety of cultures, good-sized women have been revered. Hundreds of years ago, heavier equated to wealth, luxury and a life free of manual labor. That's also why so many of the affluent subjects of Baroque- and Renaissance-period paintings are fair-skinned, because having a tan meant you probably toiled in a field every day. 

So Rubens, with his affection for bigger women, wasn't alone. There would have been plenty of men sitting at the same banquet table, raising a chalice to grand and pasty ladies.


Personally, I feel better when I'm not very heavy. I have more energy when I'm thinner, somewhere around a size eight or 10. But if you're a Rubenesque woman, and you feel good about yourself and you're healthy, then I say amen, sister!

And I have to admit, I'd love to have a modern-day Rubens walk up and beg me to model for him. I'd say no of course, all coy and blushing.