The problem for me with these books was what exactly to write. There wasn't space enough to say anything really about either the artist or the pictures, not directly anyway. I racked my brains till one night I dreamed myself into a Bruce Pennington landscape. It was wonderful because I was perfectly conscious and able to move about as I chose. From there I went into a Patrick Woodroffe dream. It seemed to do the trick because everyone was very pleased with what I then wrote.