My in-laws have always been a rather impulsive lot. While sitting in their living room (picture white couches, white rug) my future wife got into an argument with her brother. Our dinner grew increasingly hard to swallow as the fight escalated. Finally my brother-in-law-to-be picked up his plate of spaghetti and meatballs and smashed it on the floor before stomping out of the house. My stunned silence evolved into wonder as I viewed the graphic violence of shattered china and strands of slimy red noodles draped across every square inch of the furniture ensemble. I had only one thought in mind… Painting!!!