Canvas. Brushes. Catastrophe. In that order. It started so well. Genuinely. For approximately ninety seconds this was going to be a beautiful thing. Then the red paint went somewhere it wasn't invited. Then the blue made a unilateral decision about the ceiling. Then whatever happened with the yellow — and we are still piecing together what happened with the yellow — and suddenly the art wasn't on the canvas anymore. The art was everywhere except the canvas. The canvas is fine actually. The canvas is the only thing that's fine. We asked AI to help document the aftermath. AI arrived. AI looked around. AI started painting too because apparently chaos is contagious and nobody in this operation has any immunity left. The results are what you see. The explanation is what you don't get. The enjoyment is mandatory. Somewhere under all of this is a red panda who had a vision. The vision was ambitious. The execution was something else entirely and the something else entirely is now o...