A review by aoutrance
Do Not Touch by Prudence Shen

5.0

But just like the paint retains Dalí’s melting clocks and bleak red-cliff landscapes or the frenetic mix of batshittery that is Bosch’s three-panel opus, it also keeps feelings, a pervasive mood. Nothing is so beautiful and depressing as tumbling into a Van Gogh, because the colors are searing and the sun is ambrosial, and everything around you is convinced of its abject failure, every painting is a desperate bid for relevance and the bitter knowledge of likely disappointment.

Lane does a lot of emotional eating after the Van Goghs.

wow, really going for the knees there. ouch. the concept of falling through paintings into a world that contains both the imagery and the emotional depth of the artist is? amazing? great? and somehow kind of reminiscent of super mario 64.