Being covered in white paint, you demonstrate behaviour intended to create a public nuisance, which did in fact cause offence to members of the public, and created a breach of the peace and public order.
Art is beautiful but it is hard, like a religion without a purpose.
My body is the intention. My body is the event. My body is the result.
The pencil-stroke is like cutting into the heart.
Writing without making mistakes is like vomiting hot air.
As a boy,I was extremely shy, certainly as a result of my upbringing. I was an expert blusher,and some of my harsh actions may echo this shyness by way of compensation.