It is the size of a mangosteen, the colour of a mangosteen, and set down in a basket of them you will need a second look to find it. The whole campaign is built on that joke.
So it travels. It waits on a landing over a lotus pond while the mist is still lifting off the water. It rides a boat at the floating market, in among the fruit. It sits on a household altar between the marigolds and the jasmine with the incense going. It ends up in a market basket, which is where it was always going to end up.
And in every frame the same copper line drawing of a lotus turns up — never printed over the picture, always somewhere inside it, as a light.
