Bosch, C'est bien + Ohhhh, baby, Wainwright moves me.

My mother off handedly mentionned the dutch painter Hieronymus Bosch as we were talking about Dali's late 40s work tonight. (And do not worry, we do not talk about Art, Operas and Philosophy all the time, I'm not from these kind of families but, uh yeah, whatever). She said he was on of her favourite artists, that his work was 'extraordinarly modern' , 'explored the human psyché and pathos like no other', and that when she first saw his painting The garden of earthly delights at the museum El Prado in Madrid, she was amazed.

I laughed, rolled my eyes, and did a 'blowjob' gesture that was meant to disguise my ignorance: I did not know about Bosch before tonight, but would have never admitted to it in front of my mother. You know me. I'm not like Boris (aww, wink-wink, Borisbabycakes!)

So i excused myself and ran to Google and Wiki (thank god for the Internet, again and again and again and... sigh...). My mother was right saying that I would like him, I find his work to be a-fucking-mazing. For those who share my oh-so-disgraceful ignorance, here are some of my favourite pieces, here, here and here. And Dali? Goodbye.

Not related and off topic:

I discovered that my darling gay lover amazing genius talented baby Rufus Wainwright covered the song 'The origin of love' from the movie Hedwig and the Angry Inch! Fucking A!!!!!!! I'm in love! I honestly think he's got the best voice in the whole Universe. Not as in the most technically perfect voice, or most powerful or most moving voice, but just in some kind of weird 'I personally think he's got the best singing voice ever' way.

Such strong, passionate, sexual nonchalance. Ohhhh-baby.