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“This genre of painting is certainly a different way to express myself,” says Gaubert. “It’s much easier as I’m able to derive inspiration from the public and the music.”

He began with simple strokes in vicious colours—psychedelic oranges and yellows,stepped back to survey his work,ran a paint-blotched hand through that messy hair and started getting kooky,more in his actions than in what exactly translated into the canvas.

So the paint was tunneled out with both hands,(brushes being bothersome obstacles). Often it was splashed straight from the bottles. The strokes got wilder and frequently spilled out from the canvas. Gradually,patterns emerged (if you squinted hard enough),an alphabet here,a geometric shape there,a gaunt face stretching across the painting.

The music was packed with just enough punch to keep us on our toes. We did wish it would build to a crescendo instead of dipping and peaking and then hanging suspended somewhere in the horizon of enjoyable,bordering on enigmatic.

If anyone seemed to enjoy it,it was Gaubert (“I absolutely loved it,” he confirms) who gyrated enthusiastically to the beat,kicked off his shoes (was there a significance in that or was the room just getting stuffy?) and finished with a flourish.

And the end product? Someone once said that art is anything you can get away with. That must leave a lot of wriggling space for artists.