Splatter painting

His voice dripped with tired, venomous, sarcasm. “I love Pollock. I think my favorite is Red, Black, and Silver. Here, let me recreate it for you.” Then, he pulled his revolver out and casually painted a fine splatter, that was indeed a (bright) red and (dull) silver, across the horrified brick wall he had been sagging on.

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