It's just kind of fun to say. I feel like I could keep adding co-co's and it would just get more fun. Or it would turn itself into a song. Okay.. maybe not. But seriously.
I can't decide if I dig Rococo work or not. The architecture really just isn't my style. It's too gaudy and excessive. I like ivy, but I like real ivy, you know, outside - alive - green. Granted, these people may not have liked the style either, they just wanted to show off their wealth. I guess if you've got it, flaunt it? The Rococo painting was very different also. I did like the fact that the painting wasn't necessarily serious though. All of the paintings we have been looking at have been so deeper meaning and all that jazz. Rococo is just erotic, overly sentimental subject matter. It is kind of nice to look at a painting and not tear it apart - either they just got it in or they're about to get it in. Very simple. I've often wondered if all of these books and paintings maybe don't have deep meanings, and as a curious being we simply assign possible meanings to all of these different works. Maybe the artist was tripping and just drew what he wanted to. Who knows. But my stance on Rococo (cocococo) remains the same, comme ci commme ca.
Until next Sunday...
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