is another one that I saw very early in my head. Because of the
process involved in doing this kind of painting (Stockpile karma. Wet
paper. Pray. Dribble paint. Sacrifice livestock. Blow dry. Chant.
Repeat several times) you can't control it. You aren't
guided by what you want it to look like so much as how you want it to
feel. When you get to the right feeling---you stop. If you
never get there, you stretch a new piece of paper.
this scene, where the butterflies create an image of their "green
place" in John's head. I wanted to try and make the meadow
look as the butterflies might "see" it. Not literally of
course, but as a magical, wonderful, place where they can stop on their