(6)…then the summer villa of Don Guillermo Bardicci.

With paintbrush in hand, she had only one choice:  painting herself out of poverty and despair and swashbuckling through to the fairytale’s end; the princess in leather corset and lace garters, painting bodies that transformed into tigers and fairies, angels and beasts, as she rose from the ashes, saved by her own psychedelic vision, pink high-top sneakers and a bag of russet potato chips.