Imagine if Vermeer had painted portraits of Rubens, Bernini, Rembrandt, and van Dyke.
Its owner seems to take as much pride in her bones as the big girls of Rubens could take in their avoirdupois.
Rubens, Giorgione, Klee and Corot have painted it; Jean Cocteau has turned it into film.
But Rubens was merely trying to appeal to wealthy art patrons, who liked their models with thick legs and dimpled derrieres.
In 1598, when twenty-one years old, Rubens was admitted to the guild of painters in Antwerp.
Rubens the painter was thrown into the water in the same way.
The king received his mission most graciously, and Rubens returned to the Netherlands crowned with honors and success.
Rubens never executed—Titian never colored anything like them.
Rubens wrote the advice home to his mother, and the good mother viseed it and sent it back.
The partiality of our author for Rubens is very perceptible.