We are very quickly introduced to a young slightly out of control werewolf who will batter the shit out of anyone when he gets upset, in fact he'll tear anyone limb from limb if he really gets upset.
Here, from 1945, Hartigan set about proving her mettle, painting Matisse - derived, loose - limbed pictures with names such as Persian Jacket which were bigger than anyone but Pollock's, and drinking the likes of Guston and Ginsberg under the table.