DAY 27: I was about to wash this MassQ off. But I couldn't. I had to share it. But for some strange reason I was afriad. I was afriad of what the world would think, how it would react. That kept me standing in front of my back door for a few minutes. Then the door handle turned and I was outside. The reactions varied, from fear to fascination and everything in between. Some people didn't even take the time to look long enough to see it. They missed out. On a once and a lifetime display, on a good story to tell their friends and family, "Guess what I saw coming home from work today?" One man warned me about the police, as if there was something ilegal about wearing paint. There isn't. And yet a part of me understood his concern. It was the same reason I stood for a bit in front of that back door. This is not just paint, there is something strange, unpredictable, wild about the whole situation. I'm looking forward to finding out what.