There was a line scored in pencil a foot from the bottom of the canvas. The artist had poured small buckets of paint near the top, and we had each been assigned a colour to watch. The first colour to drip down to the line would win the finished painting. He was watching green, and green was winning. He had no idea where he would put a 12’x12′ painting, and besides, he didn’t like where the aesthetics on this thing were going. So he walked up and spread the green line around with his palm so it wouldn’t advance any further. Pink won in the end. Unfortunately, pink was his wife, and anyone could tell by her excitement that she loved the thing.