In the spirit of the tour de art we here at Randall Scott decided to write a poem to try and emulate some of the emotions experienced throughout the course of the day:

The lone wolf
Travels through night

His hunger and emptiness
Pushes his flight

Through forests and valleys
Thickets and streams

A lonesome trek
Too substantiate his means

Alas the smell
Of the weak and defenseless

A glimmer of hope
To sharpen his senses

He stalks as his sonar
Picks up the scent

Of a defenseless creature
Whose life was soon spent



With that said, we give you the Tour de Art:


Fastest rider on the tour: Andy (The girl in the yellow hat.)


The tour wrapped up at the supper secret gallery at Randall Scott where everyone started hugging and kissing.


Steve showed up late and didn't hug or kiss anyone.


Scott and Jon having point/counter point, with a stranger, on who has a better body.


Hollywood showing us how art imitates life.