I decided to do canvases br painted only by br imagined beautiful people. br br In my awareness br their brush strokes would structure br into poised angular shapes br and become refined parallelograms br elegantly perched on slender easels br firmly planted in the grass br supporting the upper half br of their bovine torsos. br br This pastoral vision br of domesticated beasts in paddocks br metamorphosing grass into milk br suckled from teats br will be so convincingly surreal br that one will have to be constantly reminded br they are not teats br and that the dribble from the corner br of their mouths br is only a mind trip. br br The reality is that br refined breasts to one br are watermelons to another br simile to inverted pears br one must eat br starting with the arse. br br Crushingly mammothian br the figurative representations by Botero br weigh massively on my mind br as I also like them plump br towering above my eyes br enabling me to lick kiss each br by slightly turning br my head sideways. br br Needless to say br this is one time I am bullish br about mad cows.