A shadowy figure is stood in front of a blank canvas, blue-soaked brush in hand. Splashes of paint are tossed haphazardly across the canvas' surface, some of which drips and begins to pool near their feet. Surrounding them is a crowd of people, clearly enthralled with their work beyond measure.

  You can't discern any actual meaning behind the painting. It is brutish, violent, and fills you with disappointment. As you look at them work, you think to yourself: 'I could paint that too.'

  The Painter turns to you and says: “Did you?”