Art Battle was a great experience.

In Round 2, I ditched the “head down, paint fast” routine and went full performance mode. For 19 minutes, I left the canvas bathing in red, roaming the crowd like a magician stalling before the big reveal. I chatted, teased, and let the mystery simmer—phones slowly coming up, eyes locked in, everyone waiting for something.

Then, with one minute on the clock, I struck—white swipe. Black swipe. The room surged to my side, phones in the air, the energy flipping like a switch. It wasn’t just painting anymore—it was theater, tension, payoff. A pure adrenaline rush, and way more performance art than I usually let myself dive into.

Art Battle was a great experience.

In Round 2, I ditched the “head down, paint fast” routine and went full performance mode. For 19 minutes, I left the canvas bathing in red, roaming the crowd like a magician stalling before the big reveal. I chatted, teased, and let the mystery simmer—phones slowly coming up, eyes locked in, everyone waiting for something.

Then, with one minute on the clock, I struck—white swipe. Black swipe. The room surged to my side, phones in the air, the energy flipping like a switch. It wasn’t just painting anymore—it was theater, tension, payoff. A pure adrenaline rush, and way more performance art than I usually let myself dive into.