Yes it is potent. This is what happens when you have a brain that is better equipped than your mom's outdated vaporwave calculator. I didn't set out on this path. One day while in heaven I decided to become the holy incarnated word again in order to prevent the new wave of cuckolds from destroying art.
No, I used to buy kiddie pools and fill them with vats of watercolors and splash around in them and then run into brick walls head first. Pain was still involved at that time as well but in other forms.
For my next act I will be executing a performative art piece dealing with everything from selfies to memeology at the Nasher Sculpture Center in anticipation of the highly anticipated Kathryn Andrews exhibit.
Let's not talk about where this was because I only used the space to photograph the piece. This is a 100 foot x 15 foot abstract painting titled "Long Distance Love". I painted it with a variety of broom styles and about 100 gallons of household paint.
The space was only able to accommodate half of the entire work so this is a 50 foot long section of it. The entire work is in 2 sections. Both 50 feet by 15 feet. I painted it on the ground on a soccer field.