Besides, through activity Peyton would only root her subjects in narrative, making them unavailable to freely traverse her indeterminate chronological terrain. She lets her boys smoke and push back their hair, if they must, but forbids them from playing Madison Square Garden at 9 pm on March 10, 1997. With a wave of Peyton's brush, a moment in time becomes any moment in time. Unlike Caravaggio and David, who excel at condensing an entire narrative into one moment like a good tabloid photograph, Peyton manages just the opposite. She rids good tabloid pictures of any story other than charisma and manages to emancipate almost any moment from its narrative obligation.
Rock stars shed their fans.
Prince Harry and Prince William lose their retinue. Backgrounds haze into verdant splashes and rhythmic, fiery strokes. Peyton is blessed with an incredible skill for gently dissolving specific contexts and circumstances, so Kurt, Liam, and Oscar can commingle freely in the reverie of her oeuvre, if not in their lives.