How long has the painting soul wanted to kill itself? Was it always this way, or was this attitude toward its own existence something that developed as a result of being caught in the middle of Aline and Renoir's spat? If so, could it get better? If not, did the real Verso really hate his world that much?
Are other canvases like this? Are there countless magical paintings hanging in museums and private collections that spend every moment cursing their own existence and longing for the flames?