I. I imagined a shape, or perhaps I saw a shape and it reminded me of a cloud or perhaps it was a cloud. At the very least it was the shape of a cloud in a cow painting and then it was the body of a cow and then it was just a body and then it was a stomach. I harpooned that shape many times and then that shape sprouted flowers. It was as if it had gone through a process of change, which it had, and the original idea reasserted itself.
II. I don’t like the look of that. I don’t like the look of that at all.