First came the houses on the horizon, then the blossom, then the stairs, then the figure going down the stairs, then more stairs, then Lady Liberty, then Lunkhead the Holy Barbarian. But the blossom needed a flower pot, and the pot needed an Easter Island head. By that time I knew I had tapped into a dream-making machine, though I was awake. Therefore I inscribed it, and then signed and dated it, but then a bird and an aloft cow and an elfhead begged to be added. Done, done and done.