It must be the scandalous graffiti vandalist in him because my dear husband enjoys making a production out of whatever art he does. He loves an audience. Everything becomes a live art performance.
Me, I would bore you to tears as I plastered by face near my canvas with my #000 brush, hunched over like a old, fat bear. When I paint, I zone everyone and everything out. It's even worse if I am listening with headphones on. If people watch me I get self-conscious.
But not Michael. He digs having people standing around watching what his next move is going to be. He loves to oooh and aaahhh them with his talents and skills. Here is a piece he did at our church's outreach at the park last Sunday.