"Flinging paint straight onto a
canvas from the can becoming
tiresome, I began dropping the
buckets from a low-flying
Cessna.  Upon hitting the prone
canvas & inevitable exploding
noiselessly, spread the paint like
shrapnel in all directions; I then
walk alone from the airfield to
search for the carefully/carelessly
placed surface, often only finding
it after nature has had her hand
it its creation... Sometimes whole
swaths of forest have been painted
in the single moment it took the
propulsive acrylic to scatter a 180°
geodesic burst... Sometimes I miss."