And the old lady held up a wrinkled, twisted hand and waved it towards the sky. There appeared, at the invition of her single gesture, images. Images of the places she had been, places she was going to take us. A place where we would be free. Spray paint, a technique i learned while i was in mexico a few years ago. It's really amazing, i didn't believe them when i first saw what they could do with a few cands of spray paint and a sheet of poster paper.