How could we have made eight thousand clay squares and triangles glazed black and white and fired each one arranged them in a tesselation of perfect dimensions and proper proportions? we attempted to create a Metamorphoses; an insect become fish but a week was not long enough - Cold Dead Stringy Man nearly took your soul. But you defied him with a cackle and we returned to the task of setting eight thousand clay tiles to music ten years later the mosaic and its memory found their way back to me Red paint partially obscures the image, but it is still intact this weekend I will clean it with a wire brush and try to find a way to find you and let you know that it is safe