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I mean a painting really needn't have that many drips. Pensato appears not so much flinging paint as some existential outpouring but against the dictum that one shouldn't fling it at all. [Even the most expressive of the expressionists was tempered by some masculinist higher order of capital P painting.] The outlandish resistant to the decorum expected of certain, uh, populations. Making them feminist, a big goofy face at your expectations of civility, protest.
"It’s the result of the schizo positioning of painting today, in which everyone wants a subjectivity expressed but no one wants human expression. The hysteric is the ability for the human to appear through the grate of order; social, relational, capital, or artistic."
See too: Joanne Greenbaum at Crone, Judith Bernstein at Studio Voltaire, Judith Bernstein at Mary Boone