Dear Holton Rower
If I were with you when you created these, I would roll around in them. I would fling off my clothes in full view of everyone and take a running leap onto the floor. It may hurt. A lot. I would then nuzzle the seeping, contorting colours. I would try taste them too. People may stare. And point. I would make paint angels. You may hate me. But, being smeared in the awesomeness that is your running-paint-sculpture-live-art-thingy would be worth it.
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