She had pulled out the stops, every last one of them: no rules, followed her instinct, taken every last bit of technique she’d ever learned and thrown it in rage at the pretty-pretty stuff that everyone wanted.
Nuclear test shots in the Nevada desert, painted in the manner of Monet.
The Mississippi in full flood, limned in oak-gall ink on flax paper, in the manner of Leonardo da Vinci, but with the works of the Army Corps of Engineers in full evidence.
A smoldering sunset under the bridges of Newark, in the manner of Turner. Yes, she did like Turner.
Organic chemistry lab from the U, painted from memory but with the dramatic lighting of Caravaggio.
A whole series of allegorical paintings about modern technology, like high-baroque church ceilings: the roof blown off to the vaults of heaven, with winged Powers carrying aloft bathtubs and U-bends and great webs of electrical wiring: The Apotheosis of Plumbing.