All I can imagine is a Pythonesque sketch of early-20th Century artists sitting at easels -- maybe stretching their canvases -- in a sports field, waiting expec

All I can imagine is a Pythonesque sketch of early-20th Century artists sitting at easels -- maybe stretching their canvases -- in a sports field, waiting expectantly for the starter pistol. An anticipatory quiet descends over the stadium. Paint! A frantic mixing of paint and blur of brush stokes, as the artists get underway. The crowd goes wild as the Dutch team get down their first layers of colour. Scenes of panic as the Americans trip and their easels tumble to the ground; paint and turpentine flowing over the track. The French Impressionists, who stalled out of the gate mixing Absinthe, make a sudden surge as their choices of colour and shape materialise on the canvas. It's all to play for when, all of a sudden, the surrealist cubists come out of nowhere and win by, what I think, is a nose.