You should actually write a novel about Alice Neel.

Or make a film: the film would begin with flames, an apartment fire.

Paper writhes in the heat, colors crumble to ash - a year is faded in on the lower right of the cinema screen: 1934.

The artist Alice Neel got involved with the wrong man (this happened several times in her life), a heroin addicted sailor. And one black day he set fire to her pictures - 350 watercolors, paintings and drawings were lost in the process. The camera would zoom through the bright flickering, then there would be a flashback: