Pots of paint and huge not-quite-white sheets of paper.
Paint flecked hands and faces because ‘some of us are a bit too enthusiastic’.
(I never changed, you know.)
“… christopher! the sky cannot be GREEN … you arE DOING IT WRONG!”
Also I ‘ruined’ the yellow pot by dropping a dollop (ilovethatword) of blue into it so I could MAKE my AWESOME green sky.
Still doing it ‘wrong’, I guess. BUT I made you LOOK and I made you BREATHE and I got you to THINK and … raise your voice all you like: it is my calling to transform human beings.
I did not know this at the time, but I have come to embrace the notion..