Some artists sculpt with their hands, some chisel stone, others paint with brushes. Uncle Rob paints on canvas by throwing cans of spray paint into spinning lawnmower blades. What could possibly go wrong?
Whether you call him an idiot Picasso or a dumb-ass Van Gogh, there is one thing you can’t deny. His masterpieces all end up in a blazing ball of fire that leaves nothing but a burnt wooden frame on the easel.
Some people are saying that the explosion was set up with a hidden blow torch. I don’t even care, because art that ends in a fireball is the best kind of art. The guy holding the mower gets points for thinking that a Darth Vader mask is adequate protection.