“I began by pressing flowers in books,” Jean-Francois told visitors to his gallery, “but like a fine dress, a flower is most beautiful in a living context.  Thus…”  He’d gesture toward his dozens of framed masterpieces, entire floral panoramas crushed into two dimensions with lush backdrops.  Pressed insects crawled on pressed stems; pressed frogs on pressed lily pads caught pressed flies with pressed tongues.  Jean-Francois had nearly perfected his technique.  Nearly.  Witnesses still recall the fateful summer he opened an exhibition of family portraits and the screams of onlookers as the air conditioners failed and the portraits began to bleed.