Here are some of my favorite painters who have the melodrama of the morning, noon and night on their side. It's all too much, it's very very overwhelming, they all seem to say, in their own way (according to me). I am so happy to feel the agony, the burden, the exciting sensual love of bodily accentuation, the rampant theatrical notions of spirit-laden physicality in blameless ecstatic moments. Girations and twisting, choreographed into frozen poses. Please give me more. Please, it hurts...I must have more!