The 11th in our 118-part series.
The French Rococo Stylings Of Andy Greene
The very first time we laid eyes on Andy Greene he was sitting sort of vapidly at the Devils bench staring off into space and we both immediately shrieked, “He looks just like the bubble guy!” Now, because we share one brain between the two of us, we actually both knew what we were talking about, but the long and short of it is that there was something about the way Greene was sitting, and about the way his facial features fit together, that brought to mind Chardin’s “Bubble Blower”. For several games, every time he made a play or we saw a shot of him on the bench, we would giggle and shout, “bubblebubblebubble!” Then we went to link an image of that painting to a post we were writing about Greener, and we noticed something distressing:
He doesn’t look anything like Chardin’s bubble blower at all.
But surely our brains couldn’t be so in sync about something that wrong. There had to be a nugget of truth to this association somewhere. And that nugget had to be contained in Rococo painting somewhere, it just had to! We wracked our brains to find the connection, and even scouted the man out in person while riding in an elevator with him in Buffalo. After many hours of soul-searching and reflections on our years spend studying Art History, we narrowed the choices down to two possibilities:
Fragonard
Boucher
And while the debate has settled somewhat uncomfortably at stately IPB Manor that he has a Boucher maiden’s face, there is something about the turn of the swinger’s delicate foot in the Fragonard that just makes us want to whisper a flirtatious little “bubblebubblebubble”.
The only conclusion is that Andy Greene is, in fact, a bubble-blowing Bouchenard.
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