You know. I am truly not a big fan of paintings.
Really? Not even Vermeer or Manet? I could picnic in front of many a painting and feel the view was excellent. It must be an inner soul thing. I can't sit though a ballet without squirming, but I can stare at a painting for same amount of time and feel transported.
In the case of Cook, I find her works fun, but I tend to see them as big illustrations. I always think they should be on birthday cards for people of a certain age. I often get little lines of cartoon dialogue running in my head with I see her work. It's the art snob in me. I often feel the same about Botero, so it's not a sexist thing.
It's always a little extra sad when any artist dies. It's like reading a great book, coming to the last chapter and realizing it's the end of the characters.