The first time I went through the Papal Apartments I had 2 results. First, my neck hurt from looking up at all the work on the ceilings. Second, my eyes hurt because there was no relief from the paintings. They were everywhere. There was no place for the eyes to rest. It was an orgy of visual images. And though it was great art, it made me want to vomit. Out of my eyes. And thats how I see Luis Toledo’s work. I can’t make a judgment on it because there is no relief from it in his work. There is no focal point. I get some kind of aesthetic vertigo.