Rain is a very rare occurrence in the state of South Texas, so when it does rain moods are apt to change dramatically and all the vampires come out more or less. Ameko dangled her feet off the bridge as she held onto the rail and painted to me. High contrast images of teardrops morphing into mechanical harlequins enter my brain and print into my backup. Often images are distorted with smears that contain compressed versions of Ameko's entire life. Montages are the best.
Nothing is better than an image no individual produced.
Images from films, from other artwork all mixed into Ameko's original imaginations. Repeat a process of image creation, pause, restart process, pause, do it in reverse, do it negative. Those sell well in Toronto. In the middle of one of these montages Ameko turns around and stands up on the bridge. She hears wet footsteps coming up the slope of the Harbor Bridge.