Literary Cannibalism

What a goddamn cop-out. Painting over a butchered Julia Margaret Cameron photograph absolutely doesn't count as painting. I do enjoy gleefully chopping up books at work though. People get all jumpy if they hear pages ripping in a bookstore. It's like if you go into a china shop with your pet bull, and the bastard starts knocking stuff over. The writing on this drawing/painting/collage says:

"she thought of her mother, clear and distinct, very small, seen through the wrong end of a telescope lying in the wreckage on yellow sand, wearing her best black suit, with a small travelling hat, surrounded by the charred remains of other people's flesh."
-Angela Carter "The Magic Toyshop"

I've got some good stuff to paint on though. My spray-painting session on the roof (where I DIDN'T get the cops called on me) went well,

and I have some lovely small relic-looking surfaces covered in shadowy spirals to work on. Maybe I should clarify: they are the shape of little houses. Some of them open, like russian icons or those milagros with the virgin inside. Spray paint stays in your fingernail beds for days. Oh, you're supposed to wear gloves? Having paint on my hands has always been a point-of-pride for me.

I made this customized banner for Jordan's blog with an illustration from a chapter heading in"the Demolished Man".

I want to make myself one like it? Should I use a chapter heading? SHould I draw it myself. I imagine I would just replace the words "moonlit nothing" in the template with a link to the image i want. RIght? Oh computer savvy friends?