I have always wanted to be one of Modigliani's women, the ones who stare out at you from the canvas through a window of paint.

They suffer the whole of the human temprament so elegantly - even when draped across a bed, naked in the light, they are gracefully composed. These women are extraordinary, with emotion painted onto every expanse of flesh, their necks long and graceful, their faces sharp with character.

These woman - the ones who challenge him, the ones who ignore him, the ones who want to leave - are vibrant and flushed with life. Modigliani paints emotions deep into their skins, and it pours out from the canvas at you.

This Vignette was inspired by years of Modigliani-watching.