
This is the painting that got me to thinking about Renoir's dance at le moulin de la galette, hoping to get some cues from it.
Strangely, the self will last through a series and then die. That is probably where they get the suffering for your art baloney. We suffer for our artlessness. Now I should go and get a drink. I'm dying of thirst.
Yep, by shear chance...A sheep walks into a baaaar....