That's funny. I also loved Bougeureau from the time I first saw his work in my mid 20s (a print from the Denver Art Museum hangs on the wall behind me). I toured a fantastic exhibit called "The Birth of Impressionism" at the Frist Art Museum in Nashville, led by a Vanderbilt art historian. She explained that Bougeureau and artists like him were derided by their peers for sticking to the passe style of neo-classicism during this time of wild experimentation, even though he was far more successful than they (monetarily, anyway). He was, she explained, "the Thomas Kincaide of his time".
neighbor kid had a huge Christinas world print in the living room. As an adult the sntimentality was too sticky to appreciate until recently. now I feel like it's part of me.
My mom had purchased a lifetime family membership to the Art Institute of Chicago on the birth of her first child, for the princely sum of $100 1946 dollars. It Was a Simpler Time, so I occasionally took the el downtown and wandered all over by myself. Probably something pretty modern, like one of their giant Louise Nevelson sculptures or Georgia O'Keefe paintings.
When I was 14 I saw Picasso's Blue Guitarist at the Art Institute of Chicago and it cracked my brain open. I'm not a Picasso fan anymore but the experience will stay with me forever.
It was endless love for a year or two, which is how endless love is when you're 14 or 15: Modigliani's women. Now they make me think of anime art. I still like his etiolated sculptures, though.
Ha! I still love my little French girls, though.