Take one really good Thanksgiving with friends and offspring in a Hudson Valley hill house, mix briskly with a game of pictionary which you won, and then add in, a day later: sitting and watching Requiem for a Dream.
There is no appropriate word for the melange of flavors and light emotion giving way to an excruciating narrative that is akin to ripping your heart out and eating it.
Meanwhile the next painting is brewing its own dark and light story. Thankfully.
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