'One day to pass the time in pleasure,
we read of Lancelot, how love enthralled him.
We were alone, without the least misgiving.
'More than once that reading made our eyes meet
and drained the color from our faces.
Still, it was a single instant overcame us:
'When we read how the longed-for smile
was kissed by so renowned a lover, this man,
who never shall be parted from me,
'all trembling, kissed me on the mouth.
A Geleotto was the book and he that wrote it.
That day we read in it no further.'
Canto V 127-138, Inferno
How clever of Ms. Cronin to employ this particular method; it literally supports the phrase "the color drained from our faces." In fact, the properties of the bleach and paint combined create a condition or splotch, which calls our attention to certain distinctions: Francesca's mouth which will never kiss her lover again; her breast that must surely be burning as the heat rises; her extremities - a hand that has melted and feet which are gaining a momentary respite from the blistering temperature; Paolo's rear end; and his semi-aroused penis.
Ironically, Cronin states this process may disintegrate the materials the artwork is made of over time, when exposed to light. This procedure is allegorical to the disintegration of the souls of the subjects from the corruption of lust. In order to survive, corruption must remain in the dark much in the same way these bleach drawings should be shielded from the light of day.
Works Cited:
Robert Hollander Dante Inferno. 2nd ed. New York: Randon, 2000. Print.

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