Ambrogio Lorenzetti, a Proto Renaissance painter, died in the Yuan Dynasty while many monks were burying the dead. The decaying noblemen hold their noses, revolted; they know life is short, so they sin their way to hell. On the right side of the fresco there is an allegorical female figure. She is holding three men upside down, shaking the dominance out of them, like emptying loose pocket change.
I strode confidently into the Uffizi with my mechanical eye; I had it cocked and ready to shoot. I did not want to take a whole painting, only a small section, the section the painting could not survive without, the most vital organ. By itself it was exposed, revealing the insidious meaning that the rest of the painting and the gallery that housed it concealed. This small section denied blind appreciation; the small perverse section reinterpreted, recontextualized the painting.