To mimic an artful dodger.

"...The strong winds of up to 30 miles per hour greatly increases the likelihood of power outages by this evening. It is advised you stay in." What would Banksy do on an afternoon like this? He'd be outside on a sidestreet in London mocking Christies and Sotheby's with a mural intended to insult and admonish *street lines can always be retracked onto walls* and he'd go so far as to paint himself on a wall on the east bank to give the police a better clue. The most obvious of intentions. "Not long after his work began fetching huge prices at auction houses, Banksy whipped off a painting of an art auction. It shows an auctioneer standing before an audience that is bidding on a framed canvas that says..."I can't believe you morons actually buy this shit."...Francisco De Goya would be smiling, his Maja naked then clothed then naked again before the audience had a chance to gather their thoughts about the work. *Insert Gordian knot here*...What's the danger of endearments when the spectator becomes bed-ridden? The idea of mediocrity in that light scares me. Where's my raincoat? My screw on rain guard for my Fuji? My worn down Stan Smith's? A good day to go outside along Milwaukee ave in search of a loophole, drenched from a storm.