Infanta SkirtHer portrait hung quietly, maybe now like a warning, within the glut of images, tourist legs, sunscreen, iPhones, and eyes dried up from the callous of information: a flood of abolishing the capacity for differentiation. How to move underneath or press against this apathetic numb? Dried paint, dried up, dried of feeling, dried of energy, dried of fear, dried of effort, dried of news and perspectives and the pace of attention, impending disaster. Even