[about how she got cast as Johanna] I’m so not an angry person. So I was like, F—-, this is going to be a little complicated, and I don’t wanna go in there and give him something fake and ridiculous. but the morning I woke up, everything started pissing me off. And I was like, Whoa, whoa, whoa, what’s happening? And I was like, Oh, wait. She’s [Johanna] totally taking over. By the time I was in there, I was seething; I was frothing at the mouth. I don’t even think I said hello to Francis. I just walked in and said, “Tell me when you want me to start.”
Ivan Aivazovsky (July 29, 1817 – May 5, 1900), “[…] most famous for his seascapes, which constitute more than half of his paintings. Aivazovsky is widely considered as one of the greatest seascape painters of all time.”
That night, drunker than usual, he broke into sudden song: He rode through the streets of the city, down from his hill on high, O’er the wynds and the steps and the cobbles, he rode to a woman’s sigh. For she was his secret treasure, she was his shame and his bliss. And a chain and a keep are nothing, compared to a woman’s kiss.