They don’t mean anything when I do them. Just a mess. Afterwards, I find something to hang on to, like that…quite like that leg. Then it sorts itself out and adds up. It’s like finding a clue in a dectective story. Don’t ask me about this one. I don’t know yet.

Someone’s been killed…those pictures I took in the park…I want you to see the corpse. We’ve got to get a shot of it.