This was created as an entry for a Greenpeace-sponsored
illustration
competition.
Unfortunately, that meant it never happened and the original was never
returned.
The rainbowed scalpels slicing through the upper atmosphere past
idealised
clouds struck me as a telling image - particularly given my involvement
in the
Weather book project. In
Brecht's
play, 'The Caucasian Chalk Circle', one of the characters states that
the
only thing which pleases him more than a clear blue sky is a
thunderbolt
from a clear blue sky. The piece looks rather striking (and more
ominous)
when reversed out: